John Hiatt - Death By Misadventure Lyrics
Well, harry had a good job working for the secret serviceHe had a wife and kids at home who made him awful nervousHed never done a damn thing you could call experimentalAnd he had this aching feeling that his life was accidentalSo one day he burned his pinstripe suit and his leather shoulder holsterHe snapped a polaroid and made a giant wanted posterHe took it to a print shop and ordered up a thousand flyersAnd walked next door to the laundromat and blew his brains out in the drierAnd the tag on his toe read: death by misadventureAint that some way to go? death by misadventureWell, harrys wife estella took this matter rather lightlyShe could have cried and cried but then her looks might come unsightlyShe thought about her wardrobe and how much it was outdatedAnd how this trumped up family thing was vastly overratedHer kids both turned against her and they took to drugs and stealingSome junkie killed em both for two dime bags they were dealingAnd sitting home alone disgusted by it allShe blew the sole survivor off with ninety nembutalsAnd the tag on her toe read: death by misadventureAint that some way to go? death by misadventureSo be careful how you choose your path and who you pick to go withSome folks they take to living fast while some prefer a slow deathSome folks get confused and never quite know how theyre goingWhen youre laid out on that slab were all the worse for knowingThat the tag on your toe reads: death by misadventureWhat a silly way to go. death by misadventure