| Lyrics: | So grab your rose and ring side seat,
We're back home at Conry's bar
The blond girl with
her tattoo,
Reds and wine, cokes of course
Oh my suzy, my suzy,
Why did we ever
start
It's morning now, you'd never know
The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the
dark
And underneath, the black light,
Underneath it all
Four and forty redheads
meet,
Come to doom 'til the dawn
With threats of gas and rose motif
Their lips
apart like a swollen rose
Their tongues extend, and then retract
A redcap, a redcap,
before the kiss, before the kiss.
Doors like flint and window panes
An endless
shadow bar
The owner's boys have gone to work
To stop big deals behind the
bar
While outside on the turnpike
They got this new hit tune
Where thrills
become as cheap as gas
And gas as cheap as thrills
One thrill and mundane here at
last
Expect the cross one more
Lecherous invisible
Beware the limping
cat
Whose black teeth grip between loose jaws
Still ripe and fully bloomed
A
rose that's not from anywhere
That you would know or I would care
And the owners
boys act most cheerfully
Back home at Conry's bar
When their patrons' thoughts at
last
Grow too big for their skulls
And awful things are happening
We've let
this drama fold
And now the time has come at last
To crush the motif of the
rose.
So grab your rose and ring side seat
We're back home at Conry's bar
The
blond girl with her tattoo
Reds and wine, cokes of course
Oh my suzy, my
suzy
Why did we ever start
It's morning now, you'd never know
The gin, the gin, glows
in the dark, glows in the dark |
