Virginia was a "lot lizard" from F.L.A.
She had a compound fracture in the "trunck"
It started when she ran away
Thumbs out on the interstate
She hitched a ride to misery
"Mr. Whirly" had a catastrophic incident
He fell into the city by the bay
He liquidated his estate
Now he sleeps upon the Haight
Panhandling misery
He’s gonna get high, high, high
When he’s low.low, low
The fire burns from better days
And she screams why oh why
I said "I don’t know"
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Of misery
Vinnie was a hustler out in Amsterdam
He ran the drug cartel in "tinseltown"
They found him in a Cadillac
Bludgeoned with a baseball bat
In the name of misery
Ginna hit the road to New York City
Mysteriously the night Vinnie croaked
She stopped in Vegas to alope
With Virginia and the dope
And kissed the bride eternally
And they’re gonna get high, high, high
When they’re low, low, low
The fire burns from better days
And she screamed why oh why
I said "I don’t know"
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Of misery
Hell hounds on your trail now once again…..boy
It’s groping on your leg until it sleeps
The emptiness will fill your soul with sorrow
Because it’s not what you make
It’s what you leave
And we’re gonna get high, high, high
When we’re low, low, low
The fire burns from better days
And she screamed why oh why
I said "I don’t know"
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Of misery