I Can Hear The Laughs

You can really fall,
wake up in a ruined house,
wrapped up in a torn-down curtain.

And when I get to hell
will the lovely girls come down
to the banks of that red, red river?

I can hear the laughs
when they find I've fallen down again.
I can hear the laughs
and it hurts so bad I have to smile.

You can take a lot,
put back not a thing,
still come home looking thinner.

And when I get to Oz
will the lovely witch come down,
kiss my pale, bleeding brow?

I can hear the laughs
when they find I've fallen down again.
I can hear the laughs
and it hurts so bad I have to smile.