Lirieke: Ike Reilly. Garbage Day (Acoustic).

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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 those sweet harmonies 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

And Tommy O'Donnell, that half-irish motherfucker
was singing country songs, and suckin' on my thumb
he was startin' up some trouble with a cop in Fort Wayne, Indiana
claimin' that the Klan had lynched his uncle,
for the color of his gun

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 ladies, Johnny Diamond on the dance floor
and the quickest bandit of them all took 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

Well the dogs they run, and the whiskey cums
laughed to myself, I've come undone
I got burned out in the sun, sleepin' 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'm soaked here in the juices, I've been beat up by the Stooges
Who are singin' in my head, why can't we all...
just get along
just get along
just get along
just get along
just get along