He was standing by a tired silver Honda
There was snow and there was smoke from the hood 
He was waving what looked like a pistol
His aim was wild and south of nowhere good
Heather’s got the world on her shoulders
And it’ll strip her of every little thing
Swaying on Christmas for a couple of losers
Every time a bell rings
But hey, my my, it’s alright 
She’ll be floating out of here tonight

Frankie used to be an easy grinner
His family owned a real local shop
Eggs and records and a handful of candy
In the early days of soul and rock
But that was only the beginning
There are wolves that won’t give an inch
You don’t even once have to cross ‘em
A bad run and look at the mess you’re in 
But hey, my my, it’s alright 
He’ll be floating out here tonight

I gave my heart to the inner country
And I’ll impale myself on all of this hope 
The american dream is gettin' ugly 
It’s a dump full of treadmills and rope
But there are shiny graveyards in the suburbs 
Notes that last until your kids are underground
Forget the words it’s all junk nothing matters
Heather did you see that clown?
Honey, whatchya tryin’ to sell me?
You’re as pretty as an atom bomb 
You crawl inside and loot every heart
It’s a real dark world in your palm
But hey, my my, it’s alright
We’ll be floating out of here tonight

It’s cash only down at the Chevron 
Get your ticket and kiss it goodbye
It’s usually water or rent, heat or groceries,
Cinderella every once in a while 
But I’d rather go hungry or crazy
Then to feed on any others’ bad luck
It didn’t have to be such a vicious kingdom 
Maybe if we didn't get so stuck
So from the back of a black helicopter
No need for context it’s understood
Take out the dot that’s causing the trouble
Get him before he reaches the woods
But hey, my my, it’s alright,
He’ll be floating out of here tonight

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