Well, I fell down drunk at the Mardi Gras,

        The biggest pile of junk that you ever saw,



                     Now I'm All Cried Out,

                        No More Tears,

                        All Cried Out,

         Haven't felt a thing for the last 2 years...

					


        I went up in smoke at the carnival,

        You know I got so stoked, I curled up in a ball,



                     Now I'm All Cried Out,

                        No More Tears,

                        All Cried Out,

         Haven't felt a thing for the last 2 years...




       You said when you left that you'd never be back,

               But I thought you were yankin' my chain;

                You were pulling the train that took me 

                                  right off the tracks,

                  Into a whole new dimension of pain...



                    But now I'm All Cried Out.




        You know I nearly drowned at Octoberfest;

        Can't keep a good man down-- but you did your best.



                     Now I'm All Cried Out,

                        No More Tears,

                        All Cried Out,

         Haven't felt a thing for the last 2 years...
			

© 1998 Scot Gibbs