Where do the good ones go When they don't make it out all right? I don't know but we will follow you there And we will wait in all the lines And we will waste all of the time we've got to waste Pulling ties around our necks s**ing back my hair Wrapping smiles around our faces I will smile for you friend I'm gong to smile When the fortuneteller says "You're going to bite the dust today" And the weathermen and weatherwomen say "Just forget about it" It's always shining on Kentucky when you're sad But I ain't mad about the weather I just ain't trying to feel much better about my past And I was born too old to try And I will die yes ma'am I'll die too young to die
Mama she'll puke and papa he'll cry And the preacher man will break his neck Asking those holy jet planes why And all my friends all of my friends who are around Will drive their mopeds and their vans on out To the prettiest part of this town And cross their legs at the riverbed Swig from the green and shake their heads Saying cuss words at the ground All sorts of lines like "Oh sh**" and "Goddamn There goes another one well I've got so much to do" She shoots her trash into the tired and tepid blue Tripping the boats there goes another one Well I've got so much to do before I die