Letra de ' Quincentuple Your Money ' de Lawrence Arms

There's a letter at my momma's house
Came with a folded flag
It says right now
I'm coming home in a body bag

It's a pride and a pain
That are one and the same
It's a burning cigarette
It's a horrible dream

There's a man in an office who's going through files
And a woman who watches tv

And she doesn't get the jokes told be late night talk show hosts
But for some reason she laughs anyway

There's this soap in my bathroom, and it's all covered in a hairs
There's this hope in my brain, and it's all covered in prayers

There's a girl in this town who doesn't know I exist
There's a wounded sense of pride and a pain in my fist

There's 12 empty bottles on this table tonight
There's 4 lungs on fire and 4 burning eyes

And something will explode, and someone will cry
And someone will run out and never turn around

There's a park in this city where I used to go
But now it's covered with fences and cops and lightposts
And I'd never go back if anything was the same
But it kills me to know that it's changed

There's these kids who have dreams
There's these dreams that will grow
Until they get so goddamn big that they explode

And what's left in the smoke and the falling debris
Is grownups like them and losers like me
And what's left in the smoke and the falling debris
Is grownups like them and losers like me

It's grownups like them and losers like me
It's grownups like them and losers like me

Yeah
Tonight let's go walking down Clark Street
And look at the new buildings that we've never seen
We'll stop at the bar and pass out on the floor
Tomorrow we'll forget everything

And we'll replay these days again