The Pipebombs Bursting in Air
Bissonnet in the dead of summer
Dreary and bleak
Hotter than hell
A photobooth snapshot fading
There ain't too much left
Just enough to forget
Remember pipe bombs bursting in air
That mailbox is going down. exploring buildings abandoned for years
And ghost stories...all night long.
Man, that street goes on for ages.
Block after block, an asphalt eyesore
But we both knew nothing better back then
A half-tank of gas and a couple of good friends
A photobooth snapshot fading away
