Mat d. and the Profane Saints: Music

a Vinyl booth fades in the sunlight
chrome plated counter gone bad
coffee the color of dishwater bourbon
this cup like a gun in my hand
blonde as the bleach in the bucket
loose as the mop on the floor
nothing came easy when love came to town
and collapsed in pile at my door
I’ll trace out a creed on your body
tied to a bedpost of steel
til the sheets turn the color of dishwater bourbon
as dark as the guilt that I feel
burns like an old sailor’s needle
when you carve every word on my skin
a new declaration...a painted redemption
with each drop of ink soaking in
and I’ll ride that old highway to Telstar tonight
wishing you weren’t the one in the back of my mind...


blonde as the bleach in the bucket
loose as the mop on the floor
nothing came easy when love came to town
and collapsed in pile at my door
a Vinyl booth fades in the sunlight
chrome plated counter gone bad
coffee the color of dishwater bourbon
the cup like a gun in my hand