Maroon Bible - Beulah

It’s nine-eighteen, yeah, it’s coffee colored evening

The headlights spin shadows on the ceiling

I’m left here with the Gideon Bible

Long strands of her hair trickle down the bed

And in my soul there’s a little Alaska

It’s eighty below and it’s dropping

Sweet Ecclesiastes won’t you preach to me

Corner store assassin with a Glock nineteen

Coffee makes my hand shake, I’m a running boy

If I were Jack the Ripper would you still kiss me?

She’s smooth like the girl with the leather-like bonding

You fall into the snow, yeah, you make a little Angel

And I read straight through the book of Revelations

Saw the Astronauts on TV jumping on the moon

And all the horses that I bet on

Are lame and shot through the head

Sweet Ecclesiastes, won’t you reach to me?

And corner store assassin with a Glock nineteen

And coffee makes my hand shake, I’m a running boy

If I were Jack the Ripper would you still kiss me?