It's nine-eighteen, yeah, it's coffee-colored evening
The headlights spin shadows on the ceiling
And I'm left here with the Gideon Bible
Long strands of her hair trickle down the bed
In my soul there's a little Alaska
It's eighty below and it's dropping
Sweet Ecclesiastes won't you preach to me
Corner store assassin with the block nineteen
Coffee makes my hand shake I'm a frightened boy
If I was Jack the Ripper would you still kiss me?
She's smooth like the girl with the leather-like binding
Fall into the snow yeah you make a little angel
And I read straight through the Book of Revelation
Saw the astronauts on TV jumpin' on the moon
And all the horses that I bet on
Are lame and shot through the head
Sweet Ecclesiastes won't you preach to me
Corner store assassin with the block nineteen
Coffee makes my hand shake I'm a frightened boy
If I were Jack the Ripper would you still kiss me?