Hey Emily

If you hear hymns and waltzes in your head

And you haven't been out dancing since your daddy joined the dead

Don't let anyone tell you they can try to fix your head

Put on your ballroom gown now, Emily, instead

And of all the girls in all the topless bars in New Orleans

All they've got are ass and tits and that don't mean a thing

And the sound their money's making is exhausting and it stinks

Finish up your cocktail, Emily

Hey, Emily, you can dance to the sound of a freight train running through your head.

No!

Hey, Emily, you can dance to the sound of a swarm of honeybees.

No!

Hey, Emily, you can dance to the sound of a side of bacon sizzling in your head.

Hey, Emily, you can dance to the sound of a freight train runnin'

Hey, Emily, you can dance to the sound of a freight train runnin'

Hey, Emily, you can dance to the sound of a freight train runnin'

Hey, Emily, you can dance to the sound of a freight train runnin'

I went down to the desert arms to pills with no name

And the doctor couldn't tell me what they were

But man, ain't that a shame

'Cause everybody needs something that's gonna take away the pain

Emily