Bob Mould
Hardly Getting Over It
Twenty years ago, saw a friend was walking byAnd I stopped him on the street to ask himHow it went, and all he did was cryI looked him in the face, but I couldn't see past his eyesAsked him what the problem was, he says "Here is your disguise"Now he's hardly getting over itHardly getting used to getting byOld may lays down by the railroad tracksGot no paper in his pocket, got no paper on his backI asked him what the time was, he says "Hit the road now, Jack"Went back to see him next weekHe died of a heart attack and died awayNow he's hardly getting over itHardly getting used to getting byGrandma, she got sick, she is going to dieAnd grandpa had a seizure, moved into a hotel cell and died awayMy parents, they just wonder when they both are going to dieAnd what do I do when they die?Now I'm hardly getting over itHardly getting used to getting
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