Its nine-eight-teen

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 80 below and it's dropping

Sweet Ecclesiastes won't you preach to me

Corner store assassion with a Glock 19

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

I saw the Astronaus on TV jumping on the moon


And all the horses that I bet on

Are lame and shot through the head

and Sweet Ecclesiastes, won't you reach to me?

Corner store assassion with a Glock 19

Coffee makes my hand shake

I'm a running boy

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