Six Feet Under the Stars

Time to lay claim to the evidence,
Fingerprints sold me out
But our footprints washed away
From the docks downtown.
It's been getting late for days,
And I think myself deserving of a little time off.
We can kick it here for hours
And just mouth off about the world,
And how we know it's going straight to hell.

Pass me another bottle, honey,
The Jager's so sweet
But if it keeps you around, then I'm down...

Meet me on Thames Street!
I'll take you out,
Though I'm hardly worth your time.
In the cold, you look so fierce
But I'm warm enough,
Because the tension's like a fire.
We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes,
And like a bad movie, I'll drop a line.
Fall in the grave I've been digging myself
But there's room for two,
Six feet under the stars!