The Divorce

She had just busted out of the whorehouse And was looking for a drink to celebrate the divorce She told 'em she was going out for smokes -- and never looked back The sky was bloodshot as she stumbled into the bar Sullen eyes lit up like cigarettes Cockroaches were gasping for breath She selects her poison, brings it to her lips A song like drunken sailors from a sunken ship She thinks, power comes to them that enjoy the thrill of fear A sign says: If you're looking for answers, you won't find them here Everyone is leaving, all the widows grieving Hear the siren laughing, and the truck brakes groaning While the subway's screaming, all the junkies dreaming Now the shadow's falling, is that your lover calling? She grinds out cigarette in a souvenir ashtray Reaches for the bottle but ther's nothing left Says: Buy me a drink and I'll tell you a story But the bitch at the bar wouldn't sell you a smile She closes her eyes and thinks of a wish she once had A dwindling spark of memory She wants to wipe it clean -- scrape away the debris Can I get you something? - it's a man in the periphery The car keys in his hand She searches her pockets for a match or a reason He slams the money on the bar They go out to his car When you put your hand in your pocket Looking for a match or something to say Life seems like a rerun Everything coming up cliches Suicide comes on like a friend Seems like the bad times never end Close your eyes and think of home Movements are slow and tragic Solar flares from a dying sun Science without the magic Children shouldn't play with guns Flashes of pain are fading fast Echoes from each subsonic blast close your eyes and --- The Divorce - Cop Shoot Cop