♪ Come gather 'round,
people, wherever you roam ♪
♪ And admit that the waters
around you have grown ♪
♪ And accept it that soon
you'll be drenched to the bone ♪
♪ If your time to
you is worth saving ♪
♪ Then you better start swimming
or you'll sink like a stone ♪
♪ For the times they
are a-changing... ♪
Honestly, Z, was there a party
where you didn't drop trou?
Question is why
? It's elfin.
Can't even see it.
Exactly.
Bobby Kennedy,
eat your heart out.
I will pay you $ to
destroy that. I'm not kidding.
Uh-uh.
Ow! Looking
sexy, sweetie.
Just what the
doctor likes.
Uh... sweetie,
that's Sara.
Oops.
Really?
We looked alike
once upon a time.
We still do. You're
just prettier.
First six months
I knew these two,
thought they were sisters.
'Cause you were on acid
your entire freshman year.
Come on, guys. Z
wasn't always on acid.
Yeah. I switched to
mushrooms sophomore year.
How much longer you going
to t*rture us, Jack?
Oh, I love
these pictures.
Reminds me of the freedom
of our college days.
How we all met.
I'd go back
in a heartbeat.
Yeah?
Uh-huh. Back then,
I had so much time.
Spent it with you
guys. And now...
Work people.
Bills people.
Commute people.
Voted-for-Reagan
people.
Hey.
McBride.
Sorry.
I don't know how
that one got in there.
♪ Your sons and your daughters
are beyond your command... ♪
I guess the show is over.
♪ Please get out of the new one
if you can't lend your hand ♪
♪ Oh, they times
they are a-changing. ♪
Johanna? Everything
all right?
Morning, boss.
Louie.
Hey, Rush, long time.
Looking good.
Back at ya, Louie.
Couple named Jack and Johanna
Kimball d*ed here in .
It looked like an accidental
gas leak expl*si*n.
Yeah, "looked" being
the operative word.
Blast from the stove
ripped through a portion
of the kitchen floor.
Debris fell behind
the basement drywall.
Did the owner
find something?
Construction foreman did
while doing renovations.
Fragments of
a pipe cap...
and melted battery.
Talking b*mb?
A b*mb specifically
designed
to mimic a gas expl*si*n.
That's why they didn't
find anything back in ' ?
Yep.
Can't find what you're
not looking for, right?
Battery was used for a
triggering device? Bingo.
What kind of couple
were these two?
Clean-cut.
Upwardly mobile.
And blown to bits.
One-page report.
Bodies blasted
to smithereens.
Nothing we don't know.
The Kimballs met at
Penn, got married in .
Jack was an
ad copywriter.
Johanna was a
corporate lawyer.
No kids.
All work and no play.
Young couple
making a lot of money,
settled into the Main Line.
.
First wave of yuppies.
College friend named Sara
Lowell paid for their funerals.
Lil and Scotty
are starting there.
Excuse me.
Hey, Janie.
Hey, Dad.
Hey, Sean, how ya doing?
Okay.
What do you got there?
Avatar Aang.
He can bend air.
Is that right?
Go wait in Grampa's
office, sweetie.
I'll be right there.
You okay, Janie?
Yeah.
No.
I was wondering if you could
take Sean for a couple of days.
Mom's in Florida.
Sure, sure.
Carl and I need a
night together to talk.
Something happen?
No. We've just become strangers
who live in the same house.
Janie, I know I'm the last
person to give advice on this...
Good, bad,
whatever it is.
Don't leave
anything left unsaid.
I won't.
You sure you
can handle Sean?
I could handle
you, right?
These flowers are
beautiful, Sara.
What are they?
Cattleya orchids.
Rely on other
sh**t to bloom.
My mom always said
they symbolized
the strength of family.
Hmm, pretty. Thank you.
Any thoughts on who'd want
to hurt Jack or Johanna?
None.
They were a young,
happy couple, no enemies.
So when'd you
last see them?
They hosted a...
a college
reunion weekend.
We left on Saturday.
Next night
they were dead.
Reunion?
Fun times?
Well, there was lots of partying
and talking into the night.
Like the old days.
You didn't have
such a wonderful time?
I was... still kind of
stuck in my old hippie ways.
Didn't fit very well
into the decade of greed.
Jack and Johanna,
they hippies, too,
back in the day?
No, I was the hippie.
They were the
true activists.
The height of
the Vietnam w*r.
They were
protesting against
an America
that had become
an imperialist bully.
Sounds vaguely familiar.
Capitalism
was a dirty word
for us in ' .
And in ' ?
For some of us
not so dirty anymore.
(Bob Dylan's "All Along
the Watchtower" playing)
watts a channel.
Nice.
How much?
I try not to
dwell on that.
Why? Don't feel
guilty. You earned it.
By writing candy
bar slogans.
Remember when we wanted our
talents to serve a purpose?
Purpose is
for Cub Scouts.
Hey, I just
turned that down.
It's still too loud.
Neighbors?
It's Friday night.
You're not ready for bed.
I didn't say that.
Refill?
At your service.
Sara? You
want something?
I think I'll join you.
Remember that summer
freshman year?
You visited me. My
parents were gone.
Feels like yesterday.
Yesterday being
years ago.
I know. I think about
those days too much.
What are you doing?
Fixing your hair. Relax.
Well, fix it in front
of Jack next time.
All right, don't
put on airs with me.
Excuse me?
You're a long way
from that one-bedroom
apartment in Newark.
Grow up, Porter.
Stop acting like you just
stepped off the Mayflower.
Your dad was a plumber.
You know, isn't it ironic
that you work for a
m*llitary contractor?
What's that
supposed to mean?
I wonder what
your boss would say
if he knew what
you did in college.
I take it back.
You haven't
changed a bit.
You're still a
manipulative bitch.
I drive by your
office all the time.
Maybe I'll stop
in and say hi.
You ever go near
my workplace,
it'll be the
last thing you do.
♪...A wildcat
did growl ♪
♪ Two riders
were approaching ♪
♪ The wind
began to howl ♪
What was Johanna
talking about?
I'm not sure.
It was... it was
very complicated
between those two.
Complicated how?
Well, they used to date
before Johanna broke
it off for Jack.
I don't think Porter
ever got over her.
He show up at
the funeral?
I paid for it,
but I didn't go.
I wanted to remember
Jack and Johanna
as they were.
I never saw any of them
again after that weekend.
First Johanna dumps
you and disses you.
Pissed you
off pretty bad.
She had some dirt on you.
Maybe you stopped
her from talking.
I'd never hurt
Johanna, never.
Funny.
You're still not telling
us what she had on you.
Fine.
We were caught
by campus security one drunken
night our freshman year.
For doing what?
Breaking into Penn's
ROTC headquarters,
smashing it up
with a baseball bat.
Ten years later
you're working for a company
with huge m*llitary contracts.
Let me guess.
This little ROTC incident
wasn't on your resume?
What do you
think, Einstein?
I think you should
answer "yes" or "no."
That all she had on you?
Yes.
Why do I know
you're lying?
Porter.
You're a suspect in
a double homicide.
We'll dig deep
into your background,
leave no stone unturned.
We're much
more sympathetic
to suspects that do
the digging for us.
Look, we were
wanna-be Che Guevaras
out to change the world.
So?
It's not what
Johanna had on me.
It's what Z had
on all of us.
(Bob Dylan's "Ballad
of a Thin Man" playing)
Hide the children!
You're gonna wash
that seat off,
right, Z?
It ain't any bigger
in real life, pal.
♪ You say "Who
is that man?" ♪
Enough, Z.
I got neighbors.
Now we care about what
the neighbors think, Jack?
Yeah. Yeah, 'cause
I'm the schmuck
with a nude houseguest
riding a bike.
♪ Something is
happening here ♪
♪ But you don't
know what it is ♪
♪ Do you ♪
♪ Mr. Jones? ♪
Knock it off, Z.
♪ You don't
know what it is ♪
♪ Do you, Mr. Jones? ♪
You want to say
something to me?
Used to be my hero, Jack.
Your words inspired me.
All of us.
What about the
plans we had, man?
Was it ever about
the cause, Jack?
Or was it just about
you hearing
yourself talk?
Go to hell.
I'll see you there.
Mr. Jones.
♪ You hand in
your ticket ♪
♪ And you go
watch the geek ♪
♪ Who immediately
walks up to you ♪
Mr. Jones? Jones Family.
Radical underground
student group
in the ' s.
Espoused v*olence
for a change.
I heard of them
when I was on patrol.
Like the Weathermen.
Used to plant bombs
in public places
to protest the
Vietnam w*r.
v*olence to end
wars. Makes sense.
Jack was a member?
We all kind of were. Went
to a few meetings, but...
I thought they
were all nuts.
Bombing for peace was
like humping for virginity.
Just a few meetings?
That's it.
FBI sent over photos of the
Jones Family Philly headquarters.
See what Porter's
definition of a few is.
Miller. In here. Now.
What's up?
How in the hell do
you open this thing?
There's this new
device called a straw.
Straw?
I didn't see that.
Why don't you let the
four-year-old show you?
Hey, Sean, how about
some juice, buddy?
Sure.
You wanna go interview a m*rder
suspect or something, boss?
Calm yourself down?
FBI surveillance
photos. The Jones Family.
Porter's full of it.
They were at a
lot of meetings.
Not Sara, though.
No FBI files on any
of them specifically.
Either they really only
attended meetings...
Or they were never caught
blowing something up.
Well, one of them
was handy with bombs.
What do you got?
College files.
Z took out a lot
of student loans.
Paid them off
working summers
at Helm Drilling & Blasting,
big construction company.
Blasting?
Z worked demolition.
Peace-loving
hippie was an expert
with expl*sive devices.
where were you in ' ?
Year out of the Air
Force. Worked a foot b*at.
Any run-ins with these
Jones Family punks?
Nah, worked crowd control
at some protest marches.
Thousands gathered
right here.
These kids ever
go to class?
Who has time for class when
there's a revolution going on?
Revolution, my ass.
Takes a silver spoon to
have so much time to protest.
Most college kids' hearts
were in the right place.
My uncle served two
tours in Vietnam.
Yeah? Yeah.
Got home, walked
through the airport,
and two of those
good-hearted college students
threw eggs in his face.
Complicated times, Nick.
Just like today.
(Bob Dylan's "Thunder on the
Mountain" playing on radio)
Professor Zimmerman?
♪ Today is the day, gonna
grab my trombone... ♪
To what do I owe the
honor, detectives?
How'd you know
who we are?
Oh, it's a talent
I've long had.
For spotting guys that
are gonna ruin your day?
Philly Homicide.
Got a few questions about
Jack and Johanna Kimball.
Jack and Johanna?
Turns out they were
m*rder*d back in ' .
Accidental expl*si*n
was really a b*mb
planted behind
their kitchen stove.
Reminiscent of what
you and your pals
in the Jones
Family used to do.
I... I can't
believe this.
Understand you
knew a thing
or two about expl*sives.
And you were in a fight
with Jack at your little
reunion party?
Jack and I...
we worked it out.
Yeah? Where were you
the night he d*ed?
I was already home.
Alone? Yeah.
Great alibi, Z.
Did the butler
do it, too?
Look, um...
if anyone had a problem
with Jack that weekend...
it was Sara.
(Bob Dylan's "Positively
th Street" playing)
♪ You got a lotta nerve ♪
♪ To say you are... ♪
I'm sorry I rode
your bicycle naked
in a Ronald
Reagan mask, Jack.
Forget it.
Wouldn't be a party
without seeing your ass.
I miss you,
man. That's all.
I miss how it used
to be with all of us.
So do I.
You know what
I'm gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
When I go home
tomorrow...
I'm gonna propose
to my girlfriend.
Well, I thought you didn't
believe in the archaic,
oppressive bonds
of marriage.
Oh, you and Johanna
make it so cool.
With Jo, it's
kind of easy.
You learn to love
the little things.
Need some help, Sara?
Sara! What did you...
I should have it, too.
What you and Johanna have.
What are you
talking about?
McBride was the only
person who ever loved me.
And you k*lled him.
Sara... I... I am sorry.
I thought I
could move on.
I tried so hard.
You guys have made
something of your lives.
If I d*ed,
if I vanished off the
face of the earth tomorrow,
no one would even notice.
You're the one who should
be dead, Jack, not McBride.
♪...don't know
to begin with ♪
♪ You see me on
the street... ♪
Who's McBride? Miss
Sara's boyfriend.
He was a gung-ho radical
who was inspired by
Jack's political writings.
Anything specific?
Jack had a catchphrase
that caught on:
"Peace at any cost."
Meaning v*olence
was okay? Yep.
At the time, Penn's
Science Center
had a defense contract
with the government.
McBride got a
little carried away.
How so?
Well, he blew himself
up planting a b*mb there.
Your boyfriend d*ed,
and you blamed Jack.
Ten years later you
finally made him pay.
Ten years later
I was a mess.
I didn't have
the strength to
get out of bed.
Maybe you called
an old friend
in the Jones Family
to do it for you.
The Jones Family
? I was a pacifist.
Didn't believe in that.
But your boyfriend did.
McBride was
a gentle soul.
He was the kindest guy I
ever met. Doesn't sound like
the kind of guy who could
blow up a building on his own.
McBride had
help, didn't he?
The bombing
was Jack's idea.
He recruited McBride.
They were all in on it.
Who was?
Jack... Porter...
Johanna, Z.
They were all in the Science
Center when it went off.
What about you?
They kept me in the dark.
I didn't know until later.
That's some secret.
We were all dying inside.
Jack was the only one...
who couldn't live
with it anymore.
(Bob Dylan's "Knockin on
Heaven's Door" playing)
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
What happened?
What happened is that ten
years ago, we k*lled someone.
Jack. What happened...
...is that none of
us can live with it.
Look at Sara.
Can't get up in the
morning without a pill.
Z dulling the
pain with booze.
Me?
Trying to buy peace of mind
with BMWs and trips to Aspen.
That's brilliant,
Dr. Freud.
It's the truth.
Fact is, that's
really why
I brought us
all together.
You put McBride's slide
in there on purpose?
Maybe I did.
We promised never, ever
to talk about this again.
Guess I'm breaking
that promise.
Two weeks ago I got a
call from McBride's dad.
Uh... hello, Jack.
Roger McBride again.
I can't seem
to reach you.
Anyway, it's ten years
since we lost my boy,
and I've been
thinking about you.
He really looked
up to you, Jack.
I think a part of his
spirit lives in you,
and that comforts me.
I'll never understand
why he did it.
He was my only son.
Time doesn't
heal a damn thing.
It only makes it worse.
I haven't
called him back.
I'm not sure
what I'd say.
Maybe, um...
"Hey, Mr. McBride,
"your son's death
was actually my fault.
"I took a clean-cut
kid and made a k*ller
out of him."
Please stop this. He d*ed
in my arms, and then I
ran away like a coward.
Washed his blood
off my jeans
like it was dirt.
Can you ever forgive me?
I'm sorry,
but McBride knew
the risks. He never
would've been there if I
hadn't planned the whole thing.
We can't change
the past.
But we can
change the future.
The only way
we're gonna heal
is if the
truth comes out.
The truth means
we go to jail.
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh... ♪
Monday morning...
I'm going to the cops.
♪ Ma, take this
badge off of me ♪
♪ I can't use
it anymore... ♪
That was Saturday.
We all left that
night. And Sunday
he was dead?
It looks like one
of you went back
to shut him up.
Well, I was proud of him.
Well, you had
nothing to lose.
You weren't
directly involved
in McBride's death.
Leaves Porter and Z.
The boy closed
the window.
"Then the boy
closed his eyes.
And outside..."
"The barn and all
the animals slept."
That's right.
Now, time for
some shut-eye.
I don't wanna sleep.
I want to go home.
Oh, you gotta
stay here tonight, pal.
Why?
Because your mom and dad
are having a date.
Why?
It's grown-up stuff.
Time to hit the hay.
How come Gramma Rita
doesn't live here?
Gramma Rita's
happy where she is.
Why?
Well...
Gramma Rita always used
to wonder when I'd be home,
where I was.
It made her sad.
And now it's easier
for Gramma Rita.
She doesn't have to worry
and be sad because...
because she doesn't have
to wait for me anymore.
Now,
how 'bout
we both get some sleep?
Can you read
it to me again?
I just read it
to you twice, pal.
One more time. Please.
All right.
"The sun came up
and the rooster
crowed..."
We got Z and Porter
in separate rooms.
Oh, play them
against each other,
then pick the right
time to shine the light.
What, talk a deal?
ADA Thomas said she's willing
to take Involuntary on McBride
if one of them confesses
to the Kimball job.
Got it.
Well, legally the DA
can't lie to a suspect.
Ah, but we can.
I love this job.
Janie. Hey, Dad.
Sean get off
to school okay?
Ah, piece of cake.
How many times did he get
you to read The Barnyard?
Twice.
Then he knew
it was bedtime.
So, uh...
How'd things go?
After you and Mom,
I promised myself
I would never
do this to Sean.
You were so young...
You remember
that, Janie?
I never forgot.
Well, sometimes
it's not so simple.
It's not your fault.
I know.
So, how many times did you
really read him the book?
Fell asleep on the fifth.
Tell us more about
your pal, McBride.
I already told you
everything I know.
Porter says you and McBride
planted that b*mb together.
Understand you were
friends with Paul McBride.
Sara's boyfriend?
Your pal Z says you and
McBride planted a b*mb together.
You're going down
for McBride right now.
Unless...
Unless you come clean
about the Kimballs' m*rder.
Talk now or you'll be trading
in your six-bedroom house
for a
six-by-nine cell.
Jack was going to the
cops about McBride.
I wanted to stop him.
We all did.
So you k*lled him. No.
I tried to
reason with him.
You're gonna shove us
under a bus to end
your real guilt.
My "real guilt?
The fact that you
peddle Yummy Bars
to pay the mortgage.
It's felony m*rder, Jack.
We could go away
for a long time.
Yeah, prison with
hard-core murderers.
You wanna repent?
Do it on your own time.
It's .
No one has sympathy
for what we were trying
to accomplish in ' .
We?
The whole plan
was Jack's idea.
Let's not forget that.
Well,
I think Jack's
right. Well, how brave
of you, seeing as you've
got nothing at stake here.
We owe it to McBride
to tell the truth.
Guess what, Sara?
When you weren't around,
your precious love
was bagging every hot
art major on campus,
so spare me
his sainthood.
That's not
necessary, Porter.
She wanted truth;
she can suck on it.
Johanna, what
do you think?
Remember how we used
to solve our disputes?
Simple vote.
True democracy.
Don't you still
believe in that, Jack?
Fine.
"Yes,"
we turn ourselves in;
"No," we never
discuss this again.
Sounds good.
Jack, I assume you're
a still a "yes"?
Yes.
Yes. We turn
ourselves in.
No way, Jose.
I second that.
That's two
"no"s, two "yes."
Jo, you're the
deciding vote.
No.
What?
I'm saying we don't
go to the cops.
I say we bury
this forever,
once and for all.
And with that,
it was over.
And you all went
on your merry way?
Well, it wasn't merry.
I'll tell you that.
We were just
glad it was over.
And Jack was gonna
abide by the vote?
No way. No, not that guy.
What are you hiding, Z?
I got nothing to hide.
The fact is...
Jack still
couldn't let it go.
(Bob Dylan's "Simple
Twist of Fate" playing)
What we did, Jo,
it's k*lling us all.
Can't you see that?
And this is how we
help each other?
I told Sara she can
stay with us for a while.
She needs us.
And we need to
face what we did.
McBride is dead.
And it's awful
and I'm sorry
for his father,
but there's nothing we
can do to bring him back.
But we can bring
ourselves back.
Jack, you might be
right about the others.
But I'm happy...
with all that we
have, with who we are.
Jo, Jo... I've fought so
hard to get here, Jack.
I can't start again.
I can't go back to being
the poor kid with nothing.
♪ And wished that
he'd gone straight ♪
♪ And watched out... ♪
Remember what my mom used
to say about the cattleyas?
I know. Family.
Yeah.
What about the family
that we wanted to start?
Jack, we're
finally ready.
I can't start
anything right now.
That is the problem.
You saying you
don't love me?
No, I'm saying that I
have to make this right.
Even if that means
going to jail?
Never seeing
each other again.
♪ A saxophone someplace
far off played ♪
♪ And she was walking
on by the arcade ♪
♪ As the light
bust through... ♪
But you're sure...
Johanna said that
about the orchids?
Symbol of family?
Yeah.
The exact same
thing Sara told us.
According to Z,
Sara was staying at the
house a few more days.
Sara forgot to mention
that little detail to us.
I ran her
fingerprints
against her
current prints.
Thing is,
they don't match.
But these do.
Whose are they?
Johanna's.
Sara Lowell is really
Johanna Kimball.
The real Sara
must've d*ed
in the blast.
Johanna stole
her identity.
Still no whereabouts
on Johanna. Mm.
Running again.
Miller's talking
to the family. Hey,
Louie traced the serial
number on the pipe cap
to a batch that was
purchased by Marshall Corp.
Oh, where Porter
worked in ' .
Looks like we got
our b*mb-maker.
You stay in touch with
Sara after that weekend?
Sara?
We weren't exactly
exchanging Christmas cards.
I never saw her again.
We know you made
the b*mb, Einstein.
And you had the
hots for Johanna.
I guess it
doesn't matter.
She's been dead
for so long.
It was Johanna's idea...
but something went wrong.
She wasn't supposed
to be in the house.
Just Jack.
Your best friend.
You gotta understand...
I did it for the
woman I loved.
When did Johanna
come to you?
I was packing to leave...
Jack's still
going to the cops.
What?
I thought we all decided.
He doesn't care.
Well, you got
to stop him, Jo.
He won't listen to me.
He's throwing everything
away, including me.
I'm scared, Porter.
I'm so scared.
Maybe I was wrong
about everything.
What do you mean?
The decisions I made back
then about you and Jack.
I have thought
about it, you know.
That summer.
We were together.
Maybe this is a
chance to start over.
Yeah, but in
jail, on the run?
There's another way.
I keep thinking about
Jack's writings, his words.
"Peace at any cost."
Yes.
What are we
talking about, Jo?
You and me not giving
up what we've got.
You and me?
Yes.
It was a simple plan.
The stove knob
triggered the b*mb.
Jo should have been
long gone, meeting me.
But she didn't show.
Hmm-mm.
All I wanted was her,
and I... I k*lled her.
Sara was staying in
the house, Porter.
You k*lled her,
not Johanna.
Forgot to loop
you in, huh?
Maybe that summer wasn't
so special after all.
Whoo!
Your daughter's good.
Thank you.
You've carved quite
a life for yourself,
haven't you?
Beautiful house,
beautiful family.
I wonder what Johanna
would think of this.
Where was Johanna from?
Uh, New Jersey. Right.
In a tiny apartment in
Newark, out-of-work father.
Grew up poor.
You do your homework.
Yeah, all of you came from
money except for Johanna.
She worked her
way through school.
Struggled.
I bet she would have given
anything to have this,
done anything.
Please.
I know who you
are, Johanna.
Does it haunt you?
When you steal a
life, do you leave
your soul behind?
Don't do this
here, please.
Tell me what
happened, Johanna.
All I ever wanted
was a family.
A garden... peace.
And you k*lled for it.
I loved Jack.
Strange way to show it.
I'm not a monster.
What are you then?
A coward.
Sara's taking a walk.
It's just you and me.
Let's go to bed, sweetie.
Tomorrow morning we
should get on a plane
and go somewhere,
anywhere.
Jo, there's no
running away.
We've been under
a lot of stress
with work, with
this reunion.
Let's take a
break, you and me.
I can't.
Remember that day?
We got a flat tire.
Pulled into a park.
Walked down to that lake.
Best flat tire
I ever had.
I thought it was you
and me against the world.
It still is.
Let's do this together.
Be strong with me, Jo.
You always were
the strong one.
It isn't strength.
It's like I don't
have a choice.
No choice.
I think I understand now.
Good.
Let's go to bed.
I'll be up in a second.
(Bob Dylan's "Like A
Rolling Stone" playing)
♪ Once upon a time,
you dressed so fine ♪
♪ Threw the bums a
dime in your prime ♪
♪ Didn't you? ♪
♪ People called, said "Beware,
doll, you're bound to fall" ♪
♪ You thought they
were all kidding you ♪
♪ You used to
laugh about ♪
♪ Everybody that
was hanging out ♪
♪ Now you don't
talk so loud ♪
♪ Now you don't
seem so proud ♪
♪ About having
to be scrounging ♪
♪ For your next meal ♪
♪ How does it feel? ♪
♪ How does it feel ♪
♪ To be without a home ♪
♪ Like a
complete unknown ♪
♪ Like a
rolling stone? ♪
♪ Oh, you've gone to the
finest school all right ♪
♪ Miss Lonely, but you
know you only used to get ♪
♪ Juiced in it ♪
♪ Nobody's ever taught you
how to live out on the street ♪
♪ And now you're gonna
have to get used to it ♪
♪ You said you'd
never compromise ♪
♪ With the mystery tramp,
but now you realize ♪
♪ He's not selling
any alibis ♪
♪ As you stare into
the vacuum of his eyes ♪
♪ And say, "Do you
want to make a deal?" ♪
♪ How does it feel? ♪
♪ How does it feel ♪
♪ To be on your own ♪
♪ With no
direction home? ♪