The checkered floor was checkered no more
They tore out the floors and the ceiling
And the place has a stale smell of old memories
And the fixtures are there for the stealing
But who wants to buy these memories now
With a sweetness like candy that's cotton
Who wants yesterday's news today
Gone once, gone twice
Gone forgotten
There's a dirty old mattress full of stains and burns
And each one tells a story
And it's been through bed-wetting and a couple of weddings
Through nightmares and wet dreams of glory
But who wants to buy these memories now
With a sweetness like candy that's cotton
Who wants yesterday's news today
Gone once, gone twice
Gone forgotten
Gone forgotten
Gone forgotten
I gotta walk away from these dirty old shoes
They've been in too many places
But I'm hung out to dry by my laces
But who wants to buy these memories now
With a sweetness like candy that's cotton
Who wants yesterday's news today
Gone once, gone twice
Gone, gone, gone, gone forgotten
Gone forgotten
Gone forgotten
Gone forgotten
Gone forgotten
Gone forgotten