VEGAS MARRIAGE

 

Texas is fading fast

Look at them South Dakota plates

That Caddy is our next blast

Headed west suck the desert dry

The FBI ain't no match for me

Look at old Billy Redfoot fly

Charlene's face is in my lap

Blasting through the Vegas skyline baby

Gonna marry her tonight hope they don't need no birth certificates

 

I think the preacher's gonna die

He's choking up chunks of lung like chocolate pudding

Me and Charlene got to laugh

I'm glad she snagged some extra napkins from the diner

The organ player she's a whore

She gave Charlene her business card

The ceiling seems somewhat stained

Charlene said "How did those stains get up there?"

I'm gonna marry her tonight hope they don't need no birth certificates

I took her as my lawful wedded wife then I fucked her in the Cadillac

The future seems to be a shining beacon in the night

It is unwritten so a breath of newness flows through me like benign poison

Diamonds sparkle like a Mozart song we're tripping balls so say "so long"

We're in a psychedelic orgasmic euphoria

 

Dave - guitars, vocals, organ

Brian - bass, engineering, mixing

Andy - drums, percussion

Ian - mastering