'52 Ford - Murder By Death

I hit the road in a '52 Ford

A pack of matches and a postcard on the dashboard

The sun was set, the gas gauge was low

And it was time to go

I met the girl at a juke joint on the fly

Needed a friend the day my mother died

Her place was hot and it smelled of sin

I guess when one life goes, another begins

Hey now, what you gonna do?

Got a fiver in your pocket

And a switchblade in your boot

Hey now, what you gonna say

To make it go away?

I found the city by the mark on the stamp

Studied it under the light of a hotel lamp

I found his work, I found their home

I waited until I knew she was alone

I didn’t want the child to see life

I justified and it wounded my pride

My mind was set that no one could know

The girl had to go

Hey now, what you gonna do?

Got a fiver in your pocket

And a switchblade in your boot

Hey now, what you gonna say

To make it go away?

Hey now, what you gonna do?

Got a fiver in your pocket

And a switchblade in your boot

Hey now, what you gonna say

To make it go away?

Light stumbled in through a crack in the shades

Reflected off of the edge of my blade

As I reached for the girl with the knife in my hand

I thought, I guess the kid deserves a chance

Her man came in as I started to go

My last intentions, how could he know?

The blade sank deep into my skin

I guess when one life goes, another begins