not chilled by the sun nor warmed by the moon
sleep away the day and pace the nights through
when the master is out
we pretend we aren't servants
and we'll reach for the knife, if we think we deserve it
but nothing rhymes with murder, if you don't make the plans
be it wars between nations or wars of solitary man
blue ruin is on my mind
where have I gone?
blue ruin behind my eyes
I cant see whats wrong
sunrise has no answers to the moonlight's questions
i've asked them all, and I’ve lost my direction
virtue lies still
as a good deed crawls
as a bad deed runs
as evil ﬂies far
we sat in the back at a solitary table
there was no one around
i said "hey", but you just said to
"slow down and think this through"
like i haven't already
so dont tell me what to do
and you'll understand what you're able to
and a coil of smoke
connects your hand to the ceiling
and it's been years since you could smoke in here
but you laugh at my reasons
and you ask "well, how's this gonna go?
and i say, "it isnt going nowhere.
i got what i need in the trunk,
and i'm gonna drive until the sun comes up.
in other words, i'm leaving
in other words, we're through
and what i'll take in my next life
is what i'll take from you
i should take take that cigarette
and ram it down your throat
set your rummy heart on fire
and drown you in the smoke"