The Bridge Is Goin' Down

The bridge is goin' down...

But who's to notice?

All I need

And I need

'Cause I need

Some Southern Comfort

But don't bleed it on me

Snakeskin stamps hold the leakage

Don't sooth-say this

Or delay this

Or ginger-ale this

And we might have a good evening

Twenty-four miles to go

Can't say the word

Bringin' back dumb memories

Never gonna say the word...

It's already too late to fetch the shovel

That, and strings and wings won't fly

Doused and aroused and let loose

Fired up and burned down

Just like that strange old bridge

Anyone else seein' that bridge goin' down?

Or is it The bridge?

Forget it

It doesn't even matter

But what does matter is... 

There will be a lunar eclipse tonight

Perfectly shadowed by greasy spoons

Still missing out on the moment

This moment, that moment,

This bridge, that bridge

It doesn't make much sense

A lefty left her

On a one-way street

Deteriorating like a lab rat exteriorating

Materializing like a substrate photosynthesizing

Just cuss it, and everything will be back to normal

Like diamonds dumped in an ocean

And scared, I shall be

And dusted, I shall be

But busted, I won't be

Never narc'd 

On or off

Switched

Past the pane

Past the glass and sass

Broken, lying on the floor

Left a message

Couldn't stick it on the door

Just an ungrateful roar

Pessimistic, possibly

Deathly dodging all defeat

And so we know

The bridge is goin' down

But it's ok

We'll never go back to that town