LYRIC



Before I leave you to your own devices
I’m gonna tell ya a bit of a personal story here
About a man (that man was me) who stayed up a bit
Too late past his bed time, got caught wrestling
With the local flora and fauna out on Scudders Mill Road
At a sports bar

Watching ‘Instumental Evil’ on the tv in his motorcycle boots

Kick it

I saw the back of a jacket under incandescent bulb
Wrist watch and a hand-blown kiss
This one has blood between his teeth

Ich fahre mit einem Blitz durch die Erde

You made a few lowfat remarks
After racking up the tab
“Marriage, can it be bonafide?”
I still love her despite the stab

Ich fahre mit einem Blitz durch die Erde

With my elbows up on the bar
This guy came up to me wanting to cause trouble
Wanting to cause all sorts of trouble
With a smile that could cut glass
He splashed his drink right into my face
Just as I felt the Tullamore dew
Drain down behind my ears
I stepped back, and struck him

And we danced
And we danced
And we danced
And we danced
And we danced
And we danced
And we danced
And we danced the bloody ballroom waltz out into the street

Somebody was about to die
And just when I thought
I was about to catch the tip of his blade
I, just in time, pulled
A piece of rebar out of the ground

And I stuck him
God damnit, I stuck him

And his blood poured out
Like sweet vermouth
All over the ground
And the perfume sunrise
Diffused into the morning

Bring it down
Bring it down
Bring it down
Bring it down

Went to bed with a knife wound in my stomach

Ich fahre mit einem Blitz durch die Erde

You think one of these cigarettes is still good?

I need a cigarette
I need a cigarette
I need a cigarette

Can somebody get me a cigarette
Baby
Baby

Get in the elevator
Ride it all the way to the top
Sure is cold out here
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