Murder of One
performed by Counting Crows

Got no place to go But there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico She's got a bottle of tequila A bottle of gin And if I bring a little music I can fit right in We've got airplane rides We got California drowning out the window side We got big black cars And we've got stories how we slept with all the movie stars (Chorus) I may take a holiday in Spain Leave my wings behind me Drink my worries down the drain And fly away to somewhere new Hop on my choo choo I'll be your engine driver in a bunny suit If you dress me up in pink and white We may be just a little fuzzy 'bout it later tonight She's my angel She's a little better than the one that used to be with me Cause she liked to scream at me Man, it's a miracle that she's not living up in a tree -Chorus- Everybody's gone They left the television screaming that the radio's on Someone stole my shoes But there's a couple of bananas and a bottle of booze Oh, well happy new year's baby! We could probably fix it if we clean it up all day Or we could simply pack our bags And catch a plane to Barcelona 'cause this city's a drag -Chorus (x2)-