So let's go deadbolt your shed doorCram your paper money, snug, closer than beforeChandeliers are falling in graveyard rowsAnd your eyes are shifting dials like AM radios
Snowed over river, melted more last nightStill the same, the shattered windshields of spidered iceYes, yes, mother, I mean to be baptizedSeeds that make the higher ground grow and multiply
Joy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the nightBourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sightWhat did you expect, romantic call of why?Just empty, desert light
Few feet float above these Persian throw rugsAnd tuck themselves in percussionist, succession wordsTonight, a single, simple folk play themselves lowJust like talking city blues, down in the hole we loathe
Joy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the nightBourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sightWhat did you expect, romantic call of why?Just empty, desert light
I suggest that you respect the dealAnd keep your nose out of business of priests and holy menThe life you have chosen is filled with dirty finger nailsAnd lost and founds and canceled appointments
Ten, ten more avenues, time to chooseAnd there's rain that'll fall down on fireThere's fifty doors to choose from and there's many moreMany more inside, inside, insideWell, the night time's going to comeThe night time's going to come
Joy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the nightBourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sightWhat did you expect, romantic call of why?Just empty, desert light
Joy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the nightJoy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the nightJoy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the nightJust empty, desert light, it's just empty, desert lightIt's just empty, desert light
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