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