Maroon Bible

It's nine-eighteen, yeah, it's coffee-colored evening The headlights spin shadows on the ceiling And I'm left here with the Gideon Bible Long strands of her hair trickle down the bed 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 the block nineteen Coffee makes my hand shake I'm a frightened boy If I was Jack the Ripper would you still kiss me? She's smooth like the girl with the leather-like binding Fall into the snow yeah you make a little angel And I read straight through the Book of Revelation Saw the astronauts on TV jumpin' on the moon And all the horses that I bet on Are lame and shot through the head Sweet Ecclesiastes won't you preach to me Corner store assassin with the block nineteen Coffee makes my hand shake I'm a frightened boy If I were Jack the Ripper would you still kiss me? --- Maroon Bible - Beulah