oh, if johnny cash is up in heaven
then he's bored to death
and probably wondering
where the hell the jukebox is
and he misses his guitar
all of the dive bar bombshells up and shatter
when the shrapnel disco song is over
she looks all right when the music's tight
but she drops like a bag of sand
all of the stoics said
when Socrates was dead
he's a hero for
every philosopher
wants to pass with grace
that's a big mistake
the hemlock tasted
like a whiskey drink, oh
all of the angels clip their wings with scissors
oh, and johnny cash picks up the feathers
it pays all right, but it's not quite like
when the marquee spelled his name
oh, when the marquee spelled his name
all of the dive bar graveyards raise their glasses
to the passing times and timeless passes
at quiet flirts so it didn't hurt
when you fell from the heaven, girl
all of the stoics said
when Socrates was dead
he's a hero for
every philosopher
wants to pass with grace
that's a big mistake
the hemlock tasted
like a whiskey drink, oh
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