To crush the motif of the rose
Their lips apart like swollen rose
That you would know or I would care
One thrill and mundane here at last
Whose black teeth grip between loose jaws
Doors like flint and window panes
To stop big deals behind that bar
Expect to cross one more
Grow too big for their skulls
Four and forty redheads meet
Their tongues extend and then retract
The blond girl with her tattoo
Why did we ever start
The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark
An endless shadow bar
They got this new hit tune
And now the time has come at last
Underneath it all
It's morning now, you'd never know
The owner's boys have gone to work
Reds and wine, Cokes of course
Back home at Conry's bar
When their patrons' thoughts at last
Oh my Suzy, my Suzy
Oh my Suzy, my Suzy
Why did we ever start
And their owners act most cheerfully
We've let this drama fold
Come to doom 'til the dawn
With threats of gas and rose motif
A redcap, a redcap, before the kiss, before the kiss
We're back home at Conry's bar
Beware the limping cat
And gas as cheap as thrills
And underneath the black light
A rose that's not from anywhere
Awful things are happening
Still ripe and fully bloomed
It's morning now, you'd never know
So grab your rose and ring side seat
Reds and wine, cokes of course
The blond girl with her tattoo
While outside on the turnpike
Where thrills become as cheap as gas
Lecherous invisible
