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

Panhandeling 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 hymnes 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 baseball 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 Virgina 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 screamed why oh why

I said I don’t know

The catastrophic hymnes 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 hymnes from yesterday

Of misery