Officer Jones and His Petrol Car Problems Deathwish Shooter Cocktail Recipe Lyrics

On the midnights. Black. Too much coddee in my gut. Black.
Red neon and red lipstick on cheap w____s and cheap liquor.
They are spent matches.
They are bottoms up and swallow down.
And running on empty. The piles of bones.
Syringe in hand. Burn the main line.
And lazarus sleeps. In back alleys. With the stench of p___.
Lazarus sleeps. Cardboard and blanket and beard.
He lies wasted in wasted years.
And he sees angels on dust in creams.
And only the jesus freak on the corner knows this is the end of the world.
A deathwish shooter c___tail recipe.
Angels on dust. In black alleys. Syringe in hand. Burn the main line.