Sinatra Theory

I walk these corridors
Don’t think I’m ever coming home
One time to be your friend
I killed off everything you owned
Losing the money was the hardest thing to own
I’m coming home
I had some money once
I hear I spent it all on you
One time your Christmas lights
I threw my body on the lawn
I’m smashing bugs with a ping-pong bat at home
I’m coming home
My skeleton falls down
I’m coming home
Community radio station rock gets played in the parking lots
These speakers amplify the tones
I’m coming home
My skeleton falls down