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I used to be your favorite drunk Good for one more laugh Then we both ran out of luck And luck was all we had You put on a uniform To fight the Civil War You looked so good I didn't care Which side You're fighting for It wasn't all that easy When you up and walked away But I'll save that little story For another rainy day I know the burden's heavy As you wheel it through the night Some people say it's empty But that don't mean it's light You left me with the dishes And a baby in the bath And you're tight with the militias You wear their camouflage I guess that makes us equal But I want to march with you An extra in the sequel To the old red-white-and-blue Songtexte Baby don't ignore me We were smokers we were friends Forget that tired story Of betrayal and revenge I see the Ghost of Culture With numbers on his wrist Salute some new conclusion Which all of us have missed I cried for you this morning And I'll cry for you again But I'm not in charge of sorrow So please don't ask me when There may be wine and roses And magnums of champagne But we'll never know We'll never ever be that drunk again The party's over But I've landed on my feet I'll be standing on this corner Where there used to be a street The party's over But I've landed on my feet I'll be standing on this corner Where there used to be a street The party's over But I've landed on my feet I'll be standing on this corner Where there used to be a street Aus Songtexte Mania