There
was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on
And just enough time for the night to pass by without morning
Away in the distance,
there was a blue flashing light
Someone's in trouble, somewhere out of line
As the flickering neon stands ready to fuse
Or the wind blows away all of yesterday's news
They've locked up their daughters and they've battened their hatches
They always could find us but they never could catch us
Through the green street window of an all-night cafe
We watched the arresters get taken away
And that cigarette haze is the color to be
As the heart and the drowns found him from the street
I'm the skin and the blood of a colonel fired If you ask how I am,
then I'll just say I'm spired
If the thought of a rose stood on your side
Then you better up dead if you haven't yet died
I'm the skin and the blood of a colonel fired If you ask how I am,
then I'll just say I'm
Then you better up dead if you haven't yet died
Better up dead, better up dead, better up dead