4. Wanted in Rose City

I'm taking black coffee by day to darken my sun
and straight whiskey by night to kill my lust.
And I think I'm wanted in Rose City
for crimes against a backwards thinking.
Must've been in league with the devil himself,
stealing official plots on the sheriff's watch.
Who'd have thought? Who'd have known?
Such things of a strange, simple world.
Laugh your ass off.

I could burn a church in the wink of an eye,
tear the wings from an angel with one dull knife.

Stranger things have happened around here.
It'll take an act of something sacred to take this there.

I'm taking black coffee by day to darken the sun
and straight whiskey by night to kill my lust, my love.
And I think I'm wanted in Rose City
for crimes against their simple peace.
Must've been bringing my witchcraft to town,
pissing wicked spells over the sheriff's lawn.
What a thought. You'll never know.
Laugh your ass off.

I could burn a church with the wink of an eye,
raise a demon in one bad night.
So, bury your eyes (in a body of life).

Stranger things have happened around here.
It'll take an act of something sacred to shape this fear.

I'm taking the whiskey straight to summon up my love.
Dancing circles around the moon to flush it out.
Sweat out the poisons.
Laugh your ass off.