Tekstovi: Ike Reilly. Garbage Day.

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Hey now, whatcha gonna do when I come back to you?
When I come back to you will you be sorry?
Hey now, everyone I meet makes me think of you
makes me think of you and I get so lonely

We took an off-ramp to a bluegrass jamboree
just to kill some time, and maybe get a drink
heard that sweet harmony and it made me feel blue
made me think of you and I got so lonely

Later that day we came upon an execution
like a carnival of death, with protest and confusion
I met a girl from the college in the crowd
she dropped her shoes when she bent down
it made me feel more all alone

Hey now, whatcha gonna do when I come back to you?
When I come back to you will you be sorry?
Hey now, everyone I meet makes me think of you
makes me think of you and I get so lonely

Well I believe you, when you say
that I'll be judged on garbage day
Baby, you've been on my mind

Halloween night at the Clairmont in Atlanta
A strip joint in the basement of a transient hotel
dressed up there as rockstars, Neil Diamond on the dance floor
and the limpest biscuit of them all was money at the door
and the girl with the anger, who's costume was familiar
her posture it was brilliant and I recognized her shoes
I recognized her shoes, she was dressed up just as you
to me she looked like you and I got lonely

Where the red bulls run, and the vodkas cum
I laughed to myself, I'd come undone
I got burned out in the sun, sleeping off my lonely

Hey now, I can't tell the buildings from the people
the strangers from the steeples, my anger from my friends
I soaked here in the juices, and beat up on the Stooges
Who're singin' in my head, why can't we all...
just get along

Hey now, whatcha gonna do when I come back to you?
When I come back to you will you be sorry?
Hey now, everyone I meet makes me think of you
makes me think of you and I get so lonely

Well I believe you, when you say
that I'll be judged on garbage day
Baby, you've been on my mind