Death By Misadventure Lyrics - John Hiatt

Well, Harry had a good job working' for the Secret Service 

He had a wife and kids at home who made him awful nervous 

He'd never done a damn thing you could call experimental 

And he had this aching feeling that his life was accidental 

So one day he burned his pinstripe suit and his leather shoulder holster 

He snapped a Polaroid and made a giant wanted poster 

He took it to a print shop and ordered up a thousand flyers 

And walked next door to the laundromat and blew his brains out in the drier 

And the tag on his toe read: Death by misadventure 

Ain't that some way to go? Death by misadventure 

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Well, Harry's wife Estella took this matter rather lightly 

She could have cried and cried but then her looks might come unsightly 

She thought about her wardrobe and how much it was outdated 

And how this trumped up 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 disgusted by it all 

She blew the sole survivor off with ninety Nembutals 

And the tag on her toe read: Death by misadventure 

Ain't that some way to go? Death by misadventure 

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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 

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