Mrs. Carver says she's sorry She knows enough not to worry But what does she know about crime? Believes the town is sinking The price of forward thinking You stay up all night half the time Racking your mind Alone in the night While all your neighbors sleep tight Years ago she lost her daughter Off to a sacred order Where they got stoned and worked the earth Clears up her head with bourbon Cause beer is so suburban And declasse for what it's worth She drinks it down down down For all the old old days She's thinking of it now It's nice to get away But what a fine day for a parade She stays up mending curtains Until her fingers hurt, and You can get so bored of it all No one can say for certain She'll never safely know when An asteroid will kill us all She drinks it down down down For all the old old days She's thinking of it now It's nice to get away But what a fine day for a parade