Empty Orchestra's lyrics & chords

Some time in the dead of a Flint, Michigan winter, The Boss and The Coug were drinking draft Coors in a dive bar. In stumbles Tom Waits and sprays whiskey in their faces, cursing them and chastising their lack of depth and innovation in the past decade. What followed was a long and bawdy drinking, cussing, battle of wits that lead the trio to stumble into a recording studio populated by a few local kids. All three of them sobered up a few weeks later, just in time to watch Stephen Wisniewski walk out the front door with a few reels of tape labe...read more