Everyone out here, dear, is rockin' tonight.
They're all rocking out, 'cause it's cool.
But someone I know is at home making notes
and thinking how far he'll fall and with
what kind of rope.

Well, everyone out here, dear, is crawling the
floor. They're all getting worked up like never
before. But someone I know is at home losing
hope for the people he once called his friends.

"All I want is over. Every little thing you
bitched about came true."

Everyone out here, dear, is silent tonight. They
all knew he would go, but they didn't think
tonight. He sent them a message they'll never
live down. He sent them a note that went
something like this:

"Everyone out here, dear, should stop it
right there, 'til someday they learn to use
their brains for more than: "How many two-
fours can you fit in a trunk?" and "How many
beer is that apiece?"

"All I want is over. Every little thing you
bitched about came true."

Everyone out here, dear, is rocking tonight.
They're all rocking out 'cause it's cool. But
you're far away where the Indians pray on the
steps of the Winchester Arms.

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