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What's gonna happen when all the houses fill up
And all the highways freeze?
Every reaction, every exploding billboard
Is like a pile of leaves in a corner of the bedroom
The party on the roof is cavin' in
The empty cars no one's ever comin' back for
What are you after
When even the rudiments are already too much?
You're a disaster, a walkin' hall of mirrors
A lifetime of bad luck
Stop sleepin' on the sofa
Dreamin' of cars, always in love with postcards
And your smile could set the world on fire
Becky Sue, what exactly do you think they're gonna do
When they find out that you lied?
Then again, I can't imagine what you ever could have said
To keep them fooled for all this time
And you smile as if it matters now
Disaster was written by Fred Thomas.