Restaurant Blouse Paroles

Into his hotel house
Feeling up the walls and then
Covering his head

Heard you tell him she was evil
Grew up in an army crew and
Skeleton, bad things and partners
Under blankets that never move

The minute you would leave
Our hopes just got up
She was the loneliest baby
She was the coldest baby

Momma shakes on the highway
In her tight, white driving gloves
Momma she was a sweet demon
She got the devil moving

Her man on the pier said, Music, coat hand, that's good slamming
Slamming crawl down up my head
Hockey sticks to my dead brother
Look man, I don't want another

Drive her a restaurant blouse
Into his hotel house
Feeling up the walls and then
Covering his head

Caught a ride out to the desert
Drop his body in the sand
Boy had a pistol in his pocket
Got hungry and ate his pants

The birds know what that means
Way high in the trees
They fly like helicopters
They want the body

Stretching, confused
Deep, deep down, we're in his veins
His ??? in traffic
Takes time up in his brains

Take your petty eyes off
My necklace ??
Your voice comes in baby
Ain't got no choices left