Songdog Crown Of Thorns
She says she’s feeling woozy and she opens her eyes
And tells me my stubble is scratching her thighs
And somebody’s knocking at the cubicle door,
Ah, I used to regret stuff but I don’t anymore ...
And there’s Kickass Jesus onstage
And his drummer plays in a cage
And there’s heartbreak in the horns
And fresh blood on the crown of thorns
And they crank it up a gear
And Jenny’s sucking on another beer
"Is this man hassling you, honey-pie?"
Asks some tall white rasta guy ......
“Baby, save me,” I said, grabbing her wrist
Like I didn’t know salvation don’t really exist
And I pull her towards me, bury my face in her hair
But she heads for the back, up by the sound-desk
somewhere…..
The gig’s all over in a feedback squall
And I want to hold my woman, that’s all,
But she pulls away from my hand
She’s going backstage to meet the band
And there’s a party at a beach-house somewhere,
All that downtown crowd’ll be there,
So I catch the train home alone,
Blub my goodbyes to her answerphone….
