Shipping Yard

There's a shipping yard
About a hundred yards from here
Where I would keep my wheels
From the elements
'Cause that's what you gotta do
To make sure she kills
To make sure she kills

There's a fighter plane
Flying overhead
Cabin full of drip
Oh, let it rain
Oh, that's really sweet
Nothing we can do to make a change
Oh yeah, 'cause that's what you gotta do
You gotta play the game

The drugs are smashing glass in the barroom
I never really understood
Why people act this so mean
I got a five and you're seen
Can you show me, baby, where to look?

That's why I told you there's a vintage shirt
Hanging on my rack
'Cause I lost my way
Such a long way back
Such a long way back, girl

I can't stand out of my youth
But then what's the use?
Don't you know that I just can't stand out of my youth
But then what's the use?