W9 - Dead!

Warm us in the streetlight that sweet amber glow

Put me in your favourite dress and see how I go

'Cos tonight they are tame in the morning they’ll be wicked

They say you gotta wait your turn oh, they weren’t kidding

And the man behind the register has the same look on his face

I think he understands me more than this terminal place

You’ve got a hot hot head with your filthy vowels

There’s disdain amongst you actions and the way you hold yourself

Did you shine your gun?

Did you and your God make peace?

I hope he left you on your bedroom floor deserted and without peace

I can feel the warm breeze out from the city’s fringes

And fuck the guy who came and tried to kick the door off its hinges

These red stone valleys and all of their turns

They make a map of everything that I want to learn, to learn

You’ve got a hot hot head with your filthy vowels

There’s disdain amongst you actions and the way you hold yourself

Did you shine your gun?

Did you and your God make peace?

I hope he left you on your bedroom floor deserted and without peace

Without a single hour of uninterrupted sleep

When you wake up to check the curtains

The cupboards

The light switches

The doorways

Just to find anyway

Any way

To try and stay

(Warm us in the streetlight that sweet amber glow

Put me in your favourite dress and see how I go)