Piecing It Together - Born Ruffians

Piecing it together in a highway town

Another store-front cemetery

Piecing it together in a highway town

Another store-front cemetery

What we know for sure is going down

Read the papers, the obituaries

Straight gin, a sin and rolling one

He’ll be in the obituaries

Throw the empty bottle and then run

Broke the window of that store-front cemetery

He’s dressing up, he’s going blind

He’s throwing up just to unwind

He’s dressing up, he’s going blind

He’s throwing up just to unwind

He’s dressing up, he’s going blind

He’s throwing up just to unwind

He’s dressing up, he’s going blind

He’s throwing up just to unwind

We wore that shirt, got called a fag

It didn’t hurt, no, not today

We wore that shirt, got called a fag

It didn’t hurt, no, not today

We wore that shirt, got called a fag

It didn’t hurt, no, not today

We wore that shirt, got called a fag

It didn’t hurt, no, not today

Another pointless song comes out of the pen

Read it back and cry

Fact is, we’ll die and never live again

We’ll just wonder why

Just wonder why