Ghosts of Georgia

Blacked Out Drunk On the roof of the movie theater Every stair climbed is a pain in my knees now Every fence that we hopped I can feel when I wake up and crack my back It all starts flooding in Who thought that it was a good idea to leave any of us unsupervised? Or much less let us drive a fuckin’ car We we’re so dumb We spent the better part of twenty years being too big for our britches Pulling out all our own stitches against doctors’ advice We thought, no we knew, we had it all figured out How about those stupid grown up kids? There goes John In the back of a cop car again I can’t believe that we are all still alive somehow Well, some of us more than others It’s a damn shame It all starts flooding in All the paths that branched off from the same roads And streets And truck stop parking lots every night Every single night We spent the better part of twenty years being too big for our britches Pulling out all our own stitches against doctors’ advice We thought, no we knew, we had it all figured out How about those stupid grown up kids? Every second of back then I can feel in my bones now We spent the better part of twenty years being too big for our britches Pulling out all our own stitches against doctors’ advice We thought, no we knew, we had it all figured out How about those stupid grown up kids?