the Hot Press: The Girl With The Dynamite Kiss

Stuck in reverse and a rum from the hearse

but then worse things still happen at sea.

I've taken up cards but I don't have the hearts and the clubs won't stop raining on me.

I've checked all the faces and tossed all the aces

the places I've been don't exist.

Now all I have left is the smoke on my breath and the girl with the dynamite kiss.

Plague is upon me and Jesus has wronged me

so I'll die a sinners demise.

My terrible deeds have corroded my dreams and they've cost me my house and my wife.

I sleep on the floors of the friends I've not lost

but I'm sure how it all came to this.

I stood in the rain at the end of the day with the girl with the dynamite kiss.

Pass me the poison and make it a large one

my eyes can't abide all this light.

The bones in me ache for a corner to lay and a prayer for the blessing of night.

I melt in the clouds of the company I keep

and the weed passes hand over fist.

I puff to forget all the shit that I did and the girl with the dynamite kiss.

Ever the outlaw don't write on my gravestone

just scatter my dust in the wind.

I never cared much for the heavenly stuff but I'm sure I could talk my way in.

The devils unchained and he calls me by name

but the shame isn't mine it is his.

For no angel on high wouldn't fall from the sky for the girl with the dynamite kiss.

Darkness is coming the reaper is drumming

his claws on the walls of my chest.

I don't want to die with a mouthful of sighs so I'll raise up my glass to old death.

The fog becomes clear as the ferry man nears

and he knows I won't fight or resist.

Friday, 13 January 2012