Straight Six

Dull powder blue paint job
Earl Scheib special
Dashboard full of talismans to try and push fate
Rabbit skull hanging from the rear view
Six kicking cylinders lined up straight

And I ride
And I glide down the streets of this city
All night, uptight
Jenny's on the cellular, high as a kite

There's a crack in the windshield eighteen inches long
Evaporating snow forming crystals on the chrome
Brand new battery I shoplifted from the fat boys
Cold cranking power to bring me all in tow

And I ride
And I glide down the streets of this city
All night, uptight
Jenny's on the cellular, high as a kite

Sometimes
The moon shines like a beacon
To the weary and the sick in spirit
Sometimes, sometimes
It's dark