Good Ones - Slaughter Beach, Dog

She dumps the contents of her purse

Onto the hightop drummer chair

I could’ve sworn that I had sixty more dollars in there

She said that I would not believe the things she’d read

They’d written there, plain as day

And I might turn to salt for staying too long

Too long

Too long

Too long

Beneath the booklight little songs sing out to me he’s here again

Squints his eyes and counts out ninety nine dollars in tens

Says, «Well, since when can an honest man get high after a day

Of honest work around these choir boys bringing me down»

Me down

Me down

Me down

Into the void, a plea to make it through the night

My kind of man, always right

Dead on deployment, see, your dog went toward the fight

Licking his wounds, the stars in his eyes

Sometimes the good ones leave before you’ve even seen them there at all

Sometimes the good ones stay home waiting on government calls

Sometimes the good ones like you best before you’re hooked on aerosols

Sometimes the good ones aren’t quite good as you had recalled

Recalled

Recalled

Recalled

Come out candlelight

Give me one big bite

It’s all for me

Cough up smoke and ash

Stare down the camera flash

It’s all I see

What I think you know

Somehow you should know

But now it’s free

Into the void, a plea to make it through the night

My kind of man, always right

Dead on deployment, see, your dog went toward the fight

Licking his wounds, the stars in his eyes