And i've got stuff to pick you up, what were you expecting?
And in the rear view mirror i saw the resurrection
And on the elevator down at the multiplex
I just pushed every button, i was just bored i guess
As i stopped and started i felt my very best
You came in without your makeup wearing your new junk store dress
Your face covered in curls and tears
Your eyes lit up like fifteen beers
You said your head was finally clear
You told me that you're leaving here
She puts it all into boxes on a big truck
Its just bad luck, its a tough school
And a quualude and a vacuum means a clean house and a clean break
And her knee shakes but no earthquake and her ride home's on the freeway
At the exit by the campus, it's gonna bring her back to connecticut
We're gonna break you out of there, open up the window and let down your hair
Lit up like a dance floor, driving down the turnpike, hope the ropes aren't too tight
I am the emperor, that is what the crown is for, that is what the throne is for
That is what the robes are for, that is what the gloves are for
This feels like a holy war, all i'm really asking for
Is open up the bathroom door
Up all night, i'm getting drunk and weird
We've got clear beer, i think you're gonna like it
Here among the windmills, baby we can just chill
We could all be friends again
Don't try to fight it, i've got scars enough
From the night i hit your moving truck
Left my things with you, and i put rings on you
Put myself in you and now i'm bleeding too