Text: Old 97's. Book Of Poems.

Rowboat lightning, I kissed her yeah, it didn't mean a thing
Seems like years ago, it was yesterday
Fire drill, yell freeze, don't hang around, long face disease
I got a book of poems that's gonna set you free

Well it's bad luck and it's a hard luck story
And I'm sorry I ain't sticking around
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough

Well it's a sick world and in sixteen days
I got nightmares every night
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough

Hardcore uptown, not the kind of place you wanna settle down
I only walked her home but that was bad enough
Two trains, yell freeze, it was a head-on cold, now it's a love disease
I got a book of poems, you gotta see to believe

Well it's bad luck and it's a hard luck story
And I'm sorry I ain't sticking around
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough

Well it's a sick world and in sixteen days
I got nightmares every night
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough

Well it's bad luck and it's a hard luck story
And I'm sorry I ain't sticking around
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough

Well it's a sick world and in sixteen days
I got nightmares every night
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough

I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough