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Pinhead Gunpowder Pinhead Gunpowder

Well she's kind of like an artist Sittin' on the floor She never finished, she abandons Never shows a soul And she's kind of like a movie Everyone rushes

At your funeral Things will be different I will feel so good I'll pass out cigars Bring a big ol' cake And a keg, yes! I can hardly, I can hardly wait

Well here's to you And your old crew For when you used to run this town Before the new kids came around Before you came back Before you went away Before

Once I had a brother And we grew up looking out for each other And when he fucked up I did my best to cover his lies I hid him from the cops when he

I was falling through the cracks, now I'm piling up bricks I was clutching for straws, now I'm gonna take the fifth I'm gonna say nothing but my name

Buffalo once roamed The great expanse of our country Now they stand in the sandbox In the corner of the city We had our picnics in the park Watching

Election night in that wonderful crowd The President's speech wasn't half as loud as you I listened, too New Years Eve at Rice Street again We fell into

I heard a song tonight It made me think of you All the pain the loss of love That's gone from inside You both seem so happy you could cry She says she

Now now I want to see All the skyscrapers and the factories Crumble down to the ground And we'll go walk around and pick Through the wreckage scattered