IZZY DED - Whiskey Shoeshine (Saturday Night / Live Girls)
Down in the dirt, I took a napWoke up with a flannel coated in tree sap
Lit a cigarette like a live dive bomber
And went back home to my pretty mama
She was dead in bed, all I could do was sigh
Cash'll build a coffin, Jewel'll drive
To the broke bridge by the river heave
I'll baptize my sinnin' soul in whiskey
Dreamin' bout mountain tops all drippin' snow
I'm all fucked up with nowhere to go
Scream and shout, mounted top ribbon bows
Give my virgin baby to the neon glow
It's Saturday night and the future's dawning
Saturday night and we don't believe in Sunday morning
Come on, girl
Scene pretty as the slit wrists of Wall Street
And I was still a little too drunk to eat
Couple girls in the bathtub while I take a piss
Shake my shoes and hear a rattlesnake hiss
Cum-stained phone calls keep me awake
A joint in the morning keeps the pigs at bay
Daylight an enemy, the blinds are down
And I'll stay in memory of the buzzing town
With the static of vinyl still crackling
Red silhouetted girls still straddlin'
Saturday night, as the future's dawning
Saturday night, we don't believe in Sunday morning
Saturday night, out-of-body indoors experience
The disbelief of being delirious
Written by:
Brian Earls, Colton Sanders
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