Now your sugar-spun, spunked-out
Sunken-down heart's on the road again
Waiting for a call from someone that you haven't forgotten
You were drugged out with cutouts
From Deadhead magazines on the carpet
With Diet Coca-Cola in the morning
With fog's grand arms
Grandfathered in
To something bubbling down in your skin
Skipping smokes with your friends
For hedonistic heathens within
Now, the card tables never fold up themselves
And your boss has got a fault in his frown
And the whole town's down for a pissing match
To free your collide
Picking litter from the bushes to serve the common cause
Hands keep shaking, per the natural laws
Of the time you spent kept inside solace that sweaters provide
Grandmothered in
To the arms you're never finding again
You can kick and scream and punch
But the drywall caves in
Never some success in the catch
Grandparents in, grandparents in, grandparents out
Grandparents in, grandparents in, grandparents out
Grandparents in, grandparents in, grandparents out
