Broken Good

Morton’s salty; cool as hell
Sumbitch cracked the Liberty Bell
Says he don’t give a damn how it rings
Long as she’s loose and don’t sound too clean

Runs with a girl named Fortune Cookie
She’s split down the middle and sea worthy

He plays a beat down no-name guitar
Tuned so low it shines the stars
Her voice is like the driest wine
Makes you thirsty and tastes so fine

Don’t get much further than the neighborhood
Singing it real and broken good

Broken good

They crash together like the finest china
Shattered on the floor of some greasy diner
All the ones that come out and hear ‘em play
Line up just like busted chains

Shoot their songs like Robin Hood
Straight through your heart and broken good

Broken good

If you’re feeling a little misunderstood
Just tune it down and get broken good
Would anybody know the Tower of Pisa
If she sat as straight as Mona Lisa

Now Morton Man and Fortune Cookie
Are salty, sweet and just right dirty
Don’t mend the bell or fix the tower
Don’t screw up your finest hour

If you’re feeling a little misunderstood
Just tune it down and get broken good

If you’re feeling a little misunderstood
Just tune it down and get broken good

Broken good