say goodbye to the future of this townnnsay hello to the mrs. who's been sleeping aroundnni know we've been living out of ourselvesnncold blood is courage nownnnni'm waking up to the sounds of a carnivalnnwhile the saints are forgiving the whole worldnnthere's a cold in new england that's stuck in my bonesnnthat says i'm never going to make it homennnndie on us in sunday dressesnncigarettes make the biggest messes