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• Artiste: Soda Jerk
• Titre: The Soda Jerk
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Then he looks to her with bloodshot eyes Says, "This is the day of which I've fantasized." The streets have become too dark now to go to work I guess the only one left is the soda jerk The blue sky bruises to green as we fade to dusk Below us churns the pool of her eternal lust The killer wakes up scapegoated and hungover Catches the midnight bus and rolls to work Knowing their end has been long prophesized He looks into the sulfrous hailstorm of her eyes Sees the giant looking back deep in her brain Leaves her bleeding and confused in acid rain Motor oil stains her lips Her candied eye lures him in Oh Indie God, oh let me in The sweet-tooth spider reels him in Kills her by a river, dumps her in a lake Tried to bite his tongue but she was just too fake The bark of wild dogs or just mark of the beast It puts his car in neutral and he heads back east Oh my God, it's come again That feeling's back in this damn town I can't sit up - I can't stand down Can't tell color from the sound Of Hipster Angel's metal strings Oh Indie God, oh let me in I can't take what the summer brings Take the California king Nobody's worth their shit in this town by the lake They walk deserted streets just waiting to be saved By the cardboard angels sitting in the tree The jagged smiles of the preachers on TV There lives a man named Lester in the sewer pipe He roosts there because he's never been the working type A mile north a girl named Jessie takes the stage She sparkles in the spotlight while she wastes away Old Randal shoots his fix while lying in the sand Thinks the time has come to get back with the band Try to reconcile again with his old man If only for a second, make him understand The mindset of the officer who goes berserk The hollows in the eyes of the soda jerk The allure of dark-lit topless bars to married men The hate that courses through the mind of your best friend Time is running up as this night winds on down The killer's boot slams on the gas and it leaves town The girl he let live sits upright in the front seat For the first time he and the cops will both be beat The sky's too dark to Go to work Oh, face the eyes of The soda jerk Oh, let this go and Reel your line back in Oh, what's the use of fishing When you can swim...?