Maroon Bible Lyrics - Singles - Beulah

It's nine-eighteen, yeah, it's coffee colored evening 

The headlights spin shadows on the ceiling 

I'm left here with the Gideon Bible 

Long strands of her hair trickle down the bed 

And in my soul there's a little Alaska 

It's eighty below and it's dropping 

Sweet Ecclesiastes won't you preach to me 

Corner store assassin with a Glock nineteen 

Coffee makes my hand shake, I'm a running boy 

If I were Jack the Ripper would you still kiss me? 

She's smooth like the girl with the leather-like bonding 

You fall into the snow, yeah, you make a little Angel 

And I read straight through the book of Revelations 

Saw the Astronauts on TV jumping on the moon 

And all the horses that I bet on 

Are lame and shot through the head 

Sweet Ecclesiastes, won't you reach to me? 

And corner store assassin with a Glock nineteen 

And coffee makes my hand shake, I'm a running boy 

If I were Jack the Ripper would you still kiss me?