Virginia was a "lot lizard" from F.L.A.
She had a compound fracture in the "trunk"
It started when she ran away
Thumbs out on the interstate
She hitched a ride to misery
"Mr. Whirly" had a catastrophic incident
He fell into the city by the bay
He liquidated his estate
Now he sleeps upon the Haight
Panhandling misery

He's gonna get high
When he's low
The fire burns from better days
and she screams why
I said I don't know
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday of misery

Vinnie was a hustler out of Amsterdam
He ran the drug cartel in "tinseltown"
The found him in a Cadillac
Bludgeoned with a baseball bat
In the name of misery

Gina hit the road to New York City
Mysteriously the night Vinne Croaked
She stopped in Vegas to elope
With Virginia and the dope
And kissed the bride eternally

And they're gonna get high when they're low
The fire burns from better days
And he screamed why
I said I don't know
The catastrophic hymns of yesterday of misery

Hell hounds on your trail now once again...boy
It's groping on your leg until it sleeps
The emptiness will fill your soul with sorrow
Because it's now what you make...it's what you leave

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