Three spaces posted for motorcycles only
She had a mouth full of fur
Lend little miss listless a bit of christmas
Like a sad record skipping
Then I'm gonna turn the nagging voices
With an incessant sadness
Where I can reach it
When I get my ass back on trak
Mysterious and ominious as ever before
And she was laughing
And shadowy dread
On the shelf right next to the ting
Swing shift til I get the money
In a faucet left dripping
I'm gonna need it
Swing the groove 'round here
Lurking like a troll under the bridge
That follw me to bed and say
Between your heart and your head
She's been a real good girl
What the cause could make a nice girl like us
She parked her hearse across
The world is so little and still
Feel so lonely?
To buy me and my baby a moon full of honey
And an ugly and ornery
Inside my head
Are you weary as water
You were reaching for
And jumped out shouting
Like an unmarked bottle full of pills
Please dumb blind kind sir
But now she's stuck here
