Garbage Day-The Ike Reilly Assassination

Garbage Day (Acoustic) - The Ike Reilly Assassination Hey now, whatcha gonna do when I come back to you? When I come back to you will you be sorry? Hey now, everyone I meet makes me think of you Makes me think of you and I get so lonely We took an off-ramp to a bluegrass jamboree Just to kill some time and maybe get a drink Heard that sweet harmony and it made me feel blue Made me think of you and I got so lonely Later that day, we came upon an execution Like a carnival of death with protest and confusion I met a girl from the college in the crowd She dropped her shoes when she bent down It made me feel more all alone Hey now, whatcha gonna do when I come back to you? When I come back to you will you be sorry? Hey now, everyone I meet makes me think of you Makes me think of you and I get so lonely Well, I believe you when you say That I'll be judged on garbage day Baby, you've been on my mind Halloween night at the Claremont in Atlanta A strip joint in the basement of a transient hotel Dressed up there as rock stars Neil Diamond on the dance floor And the limpest biscuit of them all Was money at the door And the girl with the anger Whose costume was familiar Her posture, it was brilliant And I recognized her shoes I recognized her shoes She was dressed up just as you To me she looked like you and I got lonely, yeah Where the red bulls run and the vodkas come I laughed to myself, I'd come undone I got burned out in the sun Sleeping off my lonely Hey now I can't tell the buildings from the people The strangers from the steeples My anger from my friends I soaked here in the juices And beat up on the stooges Who're singing in my head "Why can't we all just get along?" Hey now, whatcha gonna do when I come back to you? When I come back to you will you be sorry? Hey now, everyone I meet makes me think of you Makes me think of you and I get so lonely Well, I believe you when you say That I'll be judged on garbage day Baby, you've been on my mind