Milkcrate Mosh - The Hold Steady

The gin was just like Gideon

The kings were just like Solomon

The bashes were like Babylon

The jester kept on jacking off

Nervous cough, nervous cough, nervous cough and now we’re off

Went down on the Denver slums and she woke up in the Rocky Mountain dawn

Felt all freed up from the fears that you can never put your finger on

Finger on, finger on, finger on and now we’re gone

We were smoking to the drinking songs off Talking Songs for Walking

Waving Marlboros like magic wands

Listen up closely to the lit tips of your cigarettes

Can’t you hear the serpent hiss?

Saying «sweet baby suck on this»

The white wine was the nectar

The oldies made me feel like Phil Spector

Is Charlemagne your main man or is he just your sad protector?

You know you look so good together

But sometimes i get a feeling that you’re a little bit restless

It’s a small scene already and it gets dirty on the fringes

You sucked through his defenses

She said I usually wouldn’t do this

But I couldn’t help but notice

You had that text across your t-shirt

It said «what would Judas do?»

He had those punching rings

He smoked the Camel Filter Kings

We went back behind the building

He did a brisk little business

His party favors were party saviors

Otherwise we might have never made it

Went down in the Springfield slums and woke up in the Sugar Mountain pines

Only to find that what you put into your mouth always gets into your mind