Virginia was a lot lizard from F.L.A. 
She had [bad word] fracture in the [bad word] 
It started when she ran away 
Thumbs out on the interstate 
She hitched a ride to Misery 

Mr. Whirly had a catastrophic incident 
He fell into the city by the bay 
He liquidated his estate 
Now he sleeps up on the Haight 
Panhandling Misery 

And he's gonna get high high high 
When he's low low low 
The fire burns from better days 
And she screams why oh why 
I said I don't know 
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday 
Of Misery 

Well Vinnie was a hustler out of Amsterdam 
He ran the [bad word] cartel in Tinsel Town 
They found him in a Cadillac 
Bludgeoned with a baseball bat 
In the name of Misery 

Then Gina hit the road to New York City 
Mysteriously the night Vinnie croaked 
She stopped in Vegas to elope 
With Virginia and a dope 
Who kissed the bride eternally 

And they're gonna get high high high 
When they're low low low 
The fire burns from better days 
And she screams why oh why 
I said I don't know 
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday 
Of Misery 

Well [bad word] #39;s hounds on your trail now once again, boy 
It's groping on your leg until it sleeps 
The emptiness will fill your soul with sorrow 
'Cuz it's not what you make, it's what you leave 

And we're gonna get high high high 
When we're low low low 
The fire burns from better days 
And she screams why oh why 
I said I don't know 
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday 
Of Misery