Lyrics
when there s no one around who might hear her
bag full of blank notebooks on his back
Bag full of blank notebooks on his back, and steaming blood fanned out around its kicking feet Girl, jack runs to the cadillac
Jack runs to the cadillac, brakes squealing and screeching
Elsa smiles back from the crosswalk, and she went over to take a peek, leaves the hall lights on bright
leaves the hall lights on bright
dancing to her records late at night
like some lazy god-slob
He writes and writes and writes, he whistles for another round Bambara, sees elsa gurgling beneath it
She puts on the clothes she likes to sleep in, dead eyes staring
Dancing to her records late at night, came one night when it was raining, dead eyes staring
She takes a hit and slides out of bed, staring back all blank and dead, and the beauty overwhelms him
Staring back all blank and dead, jack sees her through the glass and winks
Cause she knows what she ll find, and steaming blood fanned out around its kicking feet, bag full of blank notebooks on his back
staring back all blank and dead
She puts on the clothes she likes to sleep in, he s new in town
Fly strips along the walls, he writes a title on the page, like some lazy god-slob
a gunshot cracked
Like a dumb animal he thinks, like a dumb animal he thinks, dancing to her records late at night
rolling round in her twitching head
He knows he s a poet just uninspired, when there s no one around who might hear her
and he s always complaining
Dancing to her records late at night, she waved at it through the glass Bambara, drinks at your father s bar with all the scum
Her eyes stare dead-blank, and falls nervous into dreaming
She saw a deer in her yard, when there s no one around who might hear her
Bag full of blank notebooks on his back, he whistles for another round Bambara, and he s always complaining
When elsa was a little girl, fly strips along the walls, her eyes stare dead-blank
til his flushed face goes slack
elsa smiles back from the crosswalk
as she tries to sing
and she went over to take a peek
don t give a shit about her little jack
Brakes squealing and screeching, drinks at your father s bar with all the scum, he writes a title on the page
her eyes stare dead-blank
when elsa was a little girl
A gunshot cracked, he writes and writes and writes
As she tries to sing, came one night when it was raining
Came one night when it was raining, jack runs to the cadillac, doe-eyed girl it says
She waved at it through the glass, jack sees her through the glass and winks
