You fall into the snow, yeah, you make a little Angel
It's eighty below and it's dropping
Sweet Ecclesiastes won't you preach to me
And I read straight through the book of Revelations
Coffee makes my hand shake, I'm a running boy
If I were Jack the Ripper would you still kiss me?
Saw the Astronauts on TV jumping on the moon
Sweet Ecclesiastes, won't you reach to me?
Long strands of her hair trickle down the bed
And all the horses that I bet on
And in my soul there's a little Alaska
And coffee makes my hand shake, I'm a running boy
I'm left here with the Gideon Bible
And corner store assassin with a Glock nineteen
She's smooth like the girl with the leather-like bonding
Are lame and shot through the head
Corner store assassin with a Glock nineteen
