Misery

Virginia was a lot-lizard from FLA She had a compound fracture in the "trunk" 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 And 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 The Vinnie was a hustler out of Amsterdam He ran the drug cartel in Tinseltown They found him in a Cadillac Bludgeoned with a baseball bat In the name of misery Then Gina hit the road to New York City Mysteriously the night Vinnie croaked She stopped in Vegas to elope 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 Well, 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 'Cause 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 for better days And she screams, "Why, oh, why?" I said, "I don't know" The catastrophic hymns from yesterday Of misery