And she screams, "Why oh why"

I said, “I don't know”

It's gropin' on your leg until it sleeps

He ran the drug cartel in Tinseltown
Of misery
She stopped in Vegas to elope
The fire burns from better days

And they're gonna get high, high, high
When they're low, low, low
She hitched a ride to misery
It started when she ran away
He fell into the city by the bay
I said, “I don't know”
Now he sleeps upon the Haight
I said, “I don't know”
Mysteriously the night Vinnie croaked
The fire burns from better days
He liquidated his estate
Well, hell hounds on your trail now once again, boy
In the name of misery
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Mr. Whirly had a catastrophic incident
The emptiness will fill your soul with sorrow
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Because it's not what you make it's what you leave
And she screams, "Why oh why"

Panhandling misery
Of misery
Of misery
They found him in a Cadillac
That kissed the bride eternally
The fire burns from better days
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Thumbs out on the interstate
The Vinnie was a hustler out of Amsterdam
When he's low, low, low
When we're low, low, low
With Virgina and the Dope
And he's gonna get high, high, high
And we're gonna get high, high, high
Let Gina hits the road to New York City
Bludgened with a baseball bat
And she screamed, "Why oh why"