The Fall Of '92 (Live)

The last thing I remember
Before it all went wrong
Was back in the fall of '92
We were skipping rocks across the water
Till the tourists were all gone
And then I slipped into you sideways
Right there on the beach in Malibu
There was nothing we couldn't do then
And no place we wouldn't go
All in all, falling back was 7:33
So maybe you can tell me
How was I supposed to know
We'd be standing out here in the soup line
In this post-Bush, post-Reagan, post-Cold War economy
And you remember little Foxy
A funny little dog we found
Out romping on the beach that day
Last week, I sold your ruby earrings
And took old Foxy to the pound
You should've heard him howling
When that old beemer pulled away
Say, I wonder are you happy
With whatever you got up to now
Out somewhere slinging pussy, I suppose
Standing out there on the pavement
As the weather would allow
Another aging would-be starlet
With cheap perfume and flashy clothes
'Cause it was you and me and little Foxy
A funny little dog we found
Out romping on the beach all day
And sometimes I lay awake and wonder
Just what we were thinking of
When we were voting for those bastards
Who gave the whole damn star away
'Cause it was all good times and sunshine
And not so very long ago
At least as it applied to you and me
And did we ever stand a chance, girl?
Now I guess we'll never know
Thanks to George Bush and those Nazis
Down in Washington, D.C
Ah, way down in Washington, D.C

Thank you