Covering these tracks and counting our ribs
By the burn of a candle, each other's dark twin
Our bodies blanched and curved with disease
But we've got panache and these few dead teeth
Rosie's in the bathtub shuffling

Paint swatches
A law unto herself, way outside of the margins
Check the front door
Make sure it's locked
Turn off the lamps
Settle the dogs

At the throne of history in the county's dark hold
We've got a bucket full of beer and some hybrid pre-rolls

I'm thinking bout a good night's sleep
Laid up in bed rubbing on my woman's feet
I wish my back weren't giving me hell
Off in the distance the tolling of a bell

Mama wore a braid and corduroy pants
Didn't have no use for barbed wire fence
In a house full of cats, she didn't worry with the rats
Mama played her records and taught us boys to dance
Going to water in mineral bluff
Daydreaming about my wife swimming in the buff
A memory I'll hold fast to, once and forever
Brick by brick we built this house together

I'm thinking about a good night's sleep
Laid up in bed rubbing on my woman's feet
I wish my back weren't giving me hell
Off in the distance the tolling of a bell

I'm thinking bout a good night's sleep
Laid up in bed rubbing on my woman's feet
I wish my back weren't giving me hell
Off in the distance the tolling of a bell"