Scotch And Water Blues - Spin Doctors

I’ve held your hand and sunk your ships

And I can read our future in the whiskey on your lips

Watch this ice a-melting;

cool glass magnify my palms

And from the church on sunday evening comes the sifted sound of psalms

Things they go and then come around to stops

Now my baby’s just a breeze through the treetops

Glass in my hand, my back to the door

My one consolation is I ain’t your man anymore

The drop

Oh, I worry just about the drop

Oh, I worry just about the drop

'cause it’s not the fall that kills you

But, the sudden stop

Machiavelli on the door

The shogun dropped his chopsticks in the bowl

Oh, you might get past her, but you never pay the toll

I’m flippin' from left to right

Oh, I’m flippin' like a moth to light

I could never ask your baby

I’ll wish for you tonight

I’ll wish for you

I worry just about the drop

I worry about the drop

'cause it’s not the fall that kills you

It’s that sudden stop

That sudden stop, now

Is she alligator

Yeah, she’s a crocodile

She got that ancient?

That’s just hanging out of her smile

When she called you at the keyhole, brother

She knew it all the while

Oh, I worry just about the drop

Oh, I worry (I'm so worried, mama) about the drop

'cause it’s not the fall that kills you

But that sudden stop