Virginia was a lot lizard from F.L.A.

She had a compound fracture in the trunk

It started when she ran away

Thumbs out on the interstate

She hitched a ride to misery

Mr. Whirly had a catastrophic incident

He fell into the city by the bay

He liquidated his estate

Now he sleeps upon the Haight

Panhandling misery

He's gonna get high, high, high...

When he's low, low, low...

The fire burns from better days

And she screams why, oh why

I said I don't know

The catastrophic hymns from yesterday

Of misery

Vinnie was a hustler out of Amsterdam

He ran the drug cartel in tinseltown

They found him in a Cadillac

Bludgeoned with a beseball bat

In the name of misery

Gina hit the road to New York City

Mysteriously the night Vinnie croaked

She stopped in Vegas to elope

With Virginia and the dope

And kissed the bride eternally

And they're gonna get high, high, high...

When they're low, low, low...

The fire burns from better days

And he screams why, oh why

I said I don't know

The catastrophic hymns from yesterday

Of misery

Hell hounds on your trail now once again, boy

It's groping on your leg until it sleeps

The emptiness will fill your soul with sorrow

Cause it's not what you make

It's what you leave

And we're gonna get high, high, high...

When I'm low, low, low...

The fire burns from better days

And she screams why, oh why

I said I don't know

The catastrophic hymns from yesterday

Of misery