From the album Destroy All Monsters

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Eric Martin/Andre Pessis/Tony Fannuchi

Lyrics

&nbsp;Bus station angels with broken doll halos<br />
Holding up doorways from Dallas to Boston<br />
All alone and far from home<br />
Relying on soup kitchen prayer<br />
Lunatics and losers on parade<br />
Dinner in a bottle when the light starts to fade<br />
The tongue runs deep when the whiskey speaks<br />
That&rsquo;s when the jeckles start to hide<br />
<br />
Back in your old school<br />
No one&rsquo;s missing you<br />
They&rsquo;ve all given you up for dead<br />
Goodbye to sweet sixteen<br />
But things ain&rsquo;t what they seem<br />
Could be the gutter is better than what you&rsquo;ve left<br />
<br />
She cries at night, living in black and white<br />
And times out of time, living in black and white<br />
<br />
Back alley sally&rsquo;s bending for dollars<br />
What&rsquo;s on the menu behind Alice&rsquo;s restaurant?<br />
Friday night when the bullets fly<br />
Checking in to a cardboard motel<br />
<br />
Back in your old school<br />
No one&rsquo;s missing you<br />
They&rsquo;ve all given you up for dead<br />
Goodbye to sweet sixteen<br />
But things ain&rsquo;t what they seem<br />
Could be the gutter is better than what you&rsquo;ve left<br />
<br />
She cries at night, living in black and white<br />
And times out of time, living in black and white<br />
<br />