So grab your rose and ring side seat, We're back home at conry's bar The blond girl with her tattoo, Reds and wine, cokes of course
Oh my suzy, my suzy, Why did we ever start It's morning now, you'd never know The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark
And underneath, the black light, Underneath it all Four and forty redheads meet, Come to doom 'til the dawn
With threats of gas and rose motif Their lips apart like a swollen rose Their tongues extend, and then retract A redcap, a redcap, before the kiss, before the kiss.
Doors like flint and window panes An endless shadow bar The owner's boys have gone to work To stop big deals behind the bar
While outside on the turnpike They got this new hit tune Where thrills become as cheap as gas And gas as cheap as thrills
One thrill and mundane here at last Expect the cross one more Lecherous invisible Beware the limping cat
Whose black teeth grip between loose jaws Still ripe and fully bloomed A rose that's not from anywhere That you would know or I would care
And the owners boys act most cheerfully Back home at conry's bar When their patrons' thoughts at last Grow too big for their skulls
And awful things are happening We've let this drama fold And now the time has come at last To crush the motif of the rose.
So grab your rose and ring side seat We're back home at conry's bar The blond girl with her tattoo Reds and wine, cokes of course
Oh my suzy, my suzy Why did we ever start It's morning now, you'd never know The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark
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