She's shaking down. I'm absent and numb from shock. Reachin' around for the. Hands of the clock. . Should've lied. . Lit me up, it's my lie. Should've lit me up, it's my lie.
She took the oldsmobile out past condor avenue. and she locked the car and slipped past. into rhythmic quietude. lights burning. voice dry and hoarse.
I'm a junkyard full of false starts. and I don't need your permission. to bury my love under this bare light bulb. . the moon is a sickle cell. it'll kill you in time.
They're waking you up to close the bar. the street's wet you can tell by the sound of the cars. the bartender's singing Clementine. while he's turning around the open sign.
I have become a silent movie. The hero killed the clown. . Can't make a sound. Can't make a sound. Can't make a sound. . Nobody knows what he's doing.
No bad dream fucker? s gonna boss me around. Christian brothers gonna take him down. It can? t help me get over. Don? t be cross, this sick I want. . I? ve seen the boss blink on and off.
You slept in your overalls. After the wrecking ball. Bereft you of house and home. And left you with sweet fuck all. . So we got in your car. With our kickabout hearts.