كلمات Piecing It Together

Piecing it together in a highway town Another store-front cemetery (2nd verse same as the first) Piecing it together in a highway town Another store-front cemetery What we know for sure is going down Read the papers, the obituaries Straight gin, a sin and rolling one He'll be in the obituaries Throw the empty bottle and then run Broke the window of that store-front cemetery He's dressing up He's going blind He's throwing up Just to unwind He's dressing up He's going blind He's throwing up Just to unwind He's dressing up He's going blind He's throwing up Just to unwind He's dressing up He's going blind He's throwing up Just to unwind We wore that shirt Got called a fag It didn't hurt No, not today We wore that shirt Got called a fag It didn't hurt No, not today We wore that shirt Got called a fag It didn't hurt No, not today We wore that shirt Got called a fag It didn't hurt No, not today Another pointless song comes out of the pen Read it back and cry Fact is, we'll die and never live again We'll just wonder why.