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by Marah


Formula, Cola, Dollar Draft
Marah

                         
There was a time when I didn't talk
                      
I'd look away, or I'd shrug it off
               
Turn it out or turn it off
                   
Or say something short and soft

                      
Out of school I took a J-O-B
                  
Makin' buttons in a factory
                          
Thinking what does life got in for me?
               
And I didn't wanna know

                   
In a city full of double deals
                               
My boss would yawn and roll back on his heels
                              
Like anyone could cop a feel of lady luck

                    
I was made with my brother Bill
                               
Drinking Muskie Moons on top of Laurel Hill
                                        
It's funny now I'd cheek a poison pill to sober up

                      
And no two-bit claim of I'm all right
              
Is gonna turn around and make it right
                          
So I'm fishing in my pocket for a light

And I'm standin' on the corner on a Saturday night

(Harmonica solo, same chords)


I seen pigeons flap their filthy wings

To a freezing sunset in the west

Rain shit down from their haunted perch

In the bells above St. Someone's church

The Sexton drinks and dreams in bed

One eye in a line of light

Startled by a ghost he screams his dead wife's name into the night


Which echoes down a cobbled hall

Bounces off a gray stone floor

Fired down a line of stairs

Where it's silenced by a door

Beyond which I am leaning, leaning

Watching cars and dreaming

As steam rose 'round my body like my soul up to the stars


I guess the devil's had his way with town

Now that Willie is in the ground

And I guess the devil made me this

When he gave me no one I can't resist

I got the bill today

Wrote back I moved away

They called me up to say they know that I'm still here


So on the 5th day of the 5th month 

At 5 o'clock in the dawn

I rolled myself in a T-O-P 

And jumped out on Highway One

With a 400 engine hot as a cremation coffin

And a tailgate bangin' like an airplane wing

I was rollin' on the highway doing it my way whistling "Someday" and singing this song

(Repeat chords through end, as Serge sings "I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes...")