Thirteen beers and a pack of cigarettes,
Got last week's paycheque in his back pocket,
Going to a party on the other side of town,
When will he ever learn?
Aberdeen, Washington's a lonely place,
Went there one spring, tried to bury his face,
Met a hell's angel in a black Cadillac,
Rented him a room in a shotgun shack.
Hey there, lonely boy in a shotgun shack,
Hey there, lonely boy, you'd better watch your back in the shotgun shack.
Strange pantheon of brilliant, troubled ghosts,
Generation X, the reluctant host,
Covenant of darkness slithers in the hole, like the guru of the shipwrecked souls,
Harry Houdini got a disappearing act,
He took it on the road, his calliope of crack,
His medicine show ain't never coming back,
Got a reservation at the shotgun shack.
Hey there, lonely boy in the shotgun shack,
Hey there, lonely boy, you'd better watch your back in the shotgun shack.
Lunatics and lovers crawl into their bowls with their shotgun hearts and their whisky souls,
Kinda shed a tear when I see 'em in the bars,
When will they ever learn?
Hey there, lonely boy in the shotgun shack,
Hey there, lonely boy, you'd better watch your back,
Hey there, lonely boy in a shotgun shack,
Hey there, lonely boy, better watch your back in the shotgun shack.
