The Divorce - Cop Shoot Cop

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 think of home…