Where the Bad Boys Used to Work

Back there’s where Johnny punched the wall

When his girlfriend said yeah she was

But it wasn’t his

And he just took off

Didn’t want to fix bikes

For the guy

That knocked up his girl

But he didn’t punch Chaz out either

Because he knew the deal when he started here

This is where the bad boys used to work

Shane got himself locked up

After stealing from his second job

He stole from Chaz too

But Chaz didn’t give a shit

Used to always put money in petty cash

So Shane could eat something

That wasn’t mac and mustard

You know you’re doing mac and mustard

Because you’re saving the packet of cheese

From the easy mac box

So you can pour water on it

And have it for breakfast the next day

They caught Shane stealing

At the Cumberland Farms

And away he went

And Chaz went in his office

And shot a hole through the wall

We never liked him having a gun

And times like that were why

He couldn’t handle shit like good-byes

And some say he was a jerk, and he was

But he loved owing the place

Where the bad boys worked

Tyler got in a fistfight with a guy outside Terry’s

Beat him up so bad

That they had to have his parents fly in

From Fresno

And Chaz sat there

With his wife and his baby back home screaming

His old lady saying she should have said it was Johnny’s baby

And Chaz not giving a shit

Because Tyler was like his kid

And when they buried him

Chaz buried a part of himself too

And when his wife threatened to leave the next time

He told her to screw and she screwed

Guess she found Johnny in Minneapolis

And they’re there now all happy and shit

And maybe that’s how it should have been all along

Chaz was hurt like he’d never been hurt

But who would have thought it was safe

Running the place where the bad boys worked

Vince was the last one left

When they closed the shop

And we heard the shot

He knew it wasn’t for the wall

And the lights went out

Can’t be easy being somewhere

That used to be

Living in a place

Held up by the memories

And when it fell, it fell

We wonder if the boys

Could hear that shot

In Minneapolis

In prison

In the dirt down deep

They say when that shot went out

And the shop closed down

The sound could have woken

A saint from his sleep

And we believe it

Now all the girls miss walking by the shop

In their shortest short skirt

Remembering the place

Where the bad boys used to work