text: Virginia was a lot-lizard from FLA
  She had a compound fracture in the trunk
  It started when she ran away
  Thumbs out on the interstate
  She hitched a ride to misery
  Mr. Whirly had a catastrophic incident
  He fell into the city by the bay
  He liquidated his estate
  Now he sleeps upon the Haight
  Panhandling misery
  And hes gonna get high, high, high
  When hes low, low, low
  The fire burns from better days
  And she screams, Why, oh, why?
  I said, I dont know
  The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
  Of misery
  The Vinnie was a hustler out of Amsterdam
  He ran the drug cartel in Tinseltown
  They found him in a Cadillac
  Bludgeoned with a baseball bat
  In the name of misery
  Then Gina hit the road to New York City
  Mysteriously the night Vinnie croaked
  She stopped in Vegas to elope
  With Virginia and the dope
  And kissed the bride eternally
  And theyre gonna get high, high, high
  When theyre low, low, low
  The fire burns from better days
  And she screamed, Why, oh, why?
  I said, I dont know
  The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
  Of misery
  Well, hell hounds on your trail now once again, boy
  Its groping on your leg until it sleeps
  The emptiness will fill your soul with sorrow
  Cause its not what you make, its what you leave
  Ah!
  And were gonna get high, high, high
  When were low, low, low
  The fire burns for better days
  And she screams, Why, oh, why?
  I said, I dont know
  The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
  Of misery