Keith and the Cockroaches - A Lunchtime in Hell

She crashes like a whisper at a lunchtime in hell
She's lucky he ain't buying, she's got nothing to sell
A broken cup of coffee and the crust off your plate
Two lonely nervous gestures off the left hand of fate
Just a little broken, just needle hurt
We don't want it all, we're just needing yours
They crashed through the hotel like a hurricane flood
The room saw better days, but then they knew that it would
That's what's going to happen, when two worlds collide
Amphetamine skinny meets Bonnie and Clyde
Just a little broken, just needle hurt
We don't want it all, we're just needing yours
He crashed another party at the North County Jail
Tomorrow he'll be sober, she'll be posting his bail
He'll surf along the couches until she welcomes him back
Tossing all her own rocks from a little glass shack
Agh
He crashed like a madman just to even the score
They found her in the bedroom in a pool on the floor
He is still a swinger. Tried to ease his regret
Well, soon we'll cut him down, and then we'll forget
Just another party, just around the bend
Lap up all the carnage, well the fun never ends
Doing what they wanted, settle the thrills
Going to be a rocket, but Mother, the bills
Might be kind of shaken, might be too late
Could be I'm mistaken when your eaten by fate

Written by:
Thomas Virden

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