Mrs. Carver says she's sorry

She knows enough to worry

But what does she know about crime?

Believes the town is sinking

The price of forward thinking

You stay up all night half the time

Racking your mind

Alone at night

While all the neighbors sleep tight



Years ago she lost her daughter

Off to a sacred order

Where they get stoned and work the earth

Clears up her head with bourbon

Cause beer is so suburban

And declasse for what it's worth



She drinks it down down down

For all of the old old days

She's thinking of it now

It's nice to get away

But what a fine day for a parade



She stays up mending curtains

Until her fingers hurt, and

You can get so bored of it all

No one can say for certain

She'll never safely know when

An asteroid will kill us all



She drinks it down down down

For all of the old old days

She's thinking of it now

It's nice to get away

But what a fine day for a parade