Death By Misadventure(Album Version) - John Hiatt

Death By Misadventure - John Hiatt
Well harry had a good job working for the secret
Service
Had a wife and kids at home made him awful nervous
He never done a d**n thing you could call experimental
And he had sicking feeling that his life was accidental
So one lady burned his pinstripe suit and his
Leather shoulder holster
He snapped a polaroid and made a giant wanted poster
He took it to the print shop and ordered up
A thousand flyers
Then walked next door to the laundromat and blew his
Brains out in the drier
And the tag
On his toe
Red death by misadventure
Ain't that some way to go
Death by misadventure
Now harry's wife estella took this matter rather lightly
She could have cried and cried but then her looks
Might come unsightly
So she thought about her wardrobe and how much it was
Outdated
And how this trumped family thing was vastly overrated
Her kids both turned against her and they took to
Drugs and stealing
Some junkie killed 'em both for two dime bags they
Were dealing
And sitting home alone one night disgusted by it all
She blew the soles off battle are we ninety nembutals
And a tag
On her toe
Red death by misadventure
Ain't that some way to go
Death by misadventure
So be careful how you choose your path and who
You pick to go with
Some folks they take to living fast while some prefer
A slow death
But some folks get confused and never quite know
How they're going
When you're laid out on that slab we're all the
Worse for knowing
That the tag
On your toe
Reads death by misadventure
What a silly way to go
Death by misadventure
Ain't that some way to go
With death by misadventure
Such a silly way to go
Death by misadventure
And some about
Death by misadventure
Death by misadventure
Death by misadventure