Maroon Bible Lyrics

It's nine-eighteen, yeah, it's coffee colored evening
The headlights spin shadows on the ceiling
I'm left here with the Gideon Bible
Long strands of her hair trickle down the bedAnd in my soul there's a little Alaska
It's eighty below and it's droppingSweet Ecclesiastes won't you preach to me
Corner store assassin with a Glock nineteen
Coffee makes my hand shake, I'm a running boy
If I were Jack the Ripper would you still kiss me?She's smooth like the girl with the leather-like bonding
You fall into the snow, yeah, you make a little Angel
And I read straight through the book of Revelations
Saw the Astronauts on TV jumping on the moonAnd all the horses that I bet on
Are lame and shot through the headSweet Ecclesiastes, won't you reach to me?
And corner store assassin with a Glock nineteen
And coffee makes my hand shake, I'm a running boy
If I were Jack the Ripper would you still kiss me?