One for the Sleeper - Catriona McKay

Sleeper, Sleeper, Sleeper, Sleeper There's an old grey coupe been comin' around and it looks like nothin' But sad All scratched and dirty with a cracked windshield and the paint job's Really bad Well her fenders shake and a taillight's gone and the rust is showin' Through She's a dog on top but a devil underneath and she'll make a fool of you Sleeper, Sleeper, watcher kinda close don't laugh too loud or smile She may look funny but don't you know, that bone yard devil can really Go Nine flat in a quarter mile Sleeper, Sleeper, watcher kinda close don't laugh too loud or smile She may look funny but don't you know, that bone yard devil can really Go Nine flat in a quarter mile She's a dog on top and a devil underneath and you wouldn't believe your Eyes When she leaves a Cobra sittin' on the line, somebody's gonna get wise Well nobody's touched that old grey coupe and nobody's shut her down Comin' long side or waitin' for the light, you can hear that big bad Sound Sleeper, Sleeper, leave me alone don't want no more I'm wise She may not shine or look so neat, with her tailpipe draggin' down the Street But it's just a big disguise Well it's just a big disguise Well it's just a big disguise Well it's just a big disguise

It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place except you and me So, set 'em up, Joe, I got a little story you oughta know We're drinkin', my friend, to the end of a brief episode Make it one for my baby and one more for the road I got the routine, so drop another nickel in the machine I'm feelin' so bad, wish you'd make the music pretty and sad Could tell you a lot, but you've got to be true to your code So, make it one for my baby and one more for the road You'd never know it but buddy, I'm a kind of poet And I got a lot of things to say And when I'm gloomy, you simply gotta listen to me Till it's all talked away Well that's how it goes and Joe, I know your gettin' pretty anxious to close So, thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear This torch that I found must be drowned or it soon might explode So, make it one for my baby and one more for the road That long, long road

See him wasted on the sidewalk in His jacket and his jeans Wearing yesterday's misfortunes Like a smile Once he had a future full of Money, love and dreams Which he spent like they Was going out of style And he keeps right on a changing For the better or the worse And searching for a shrine He's never found Never knowing if believing Is a blessing or a curse Or if the going up is worth to coming down He's a poet he's a picker He's a prophet he's a pusher He's a pilgrim and a preacher And a problem when he's stoned He's a walking contradiction partly Truth and partly fiction Taking every wrong direction on his Lonely way back home He has tasted good and evil In your bedrooms and your bars And he's traded in tomorrow for today Running from his devils Lord And reaching for the stars And losing all he loved along the way But if this world keeps right On turning for the better or the worse And all he ever gets is older and around From the rocking of the Cradle to the rolling of the hearse The going up was worth the coming down He's a poet he's a picker He's a prophet He's a pusher He's a poet he's a picker He's a prophet he's a pusher He's a pilgrim and a preacher And a problem when he's stoned He's a walking contradiction partly Truth and partly fiction Taking every wrong direction on his Lonely way back home

It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place except you and me So, set 'em up, Joe, I got a little story I think you should know We're drinkin', my friend, to the end of a brief episode Make it one for my baby and one more for the road I got the routine, put another nickel in the machine Feelin' so bad, wish you'd make the music easy and sad I could tell you a lot, but you've got to be true to your code Just make it one for my baby and one more for the road You'd never know it but buddy, I'm a kind of poet And I got a lot of things I'd like to say And when I'm gloomy, won't you listen to me? 'Til it's all talked away Well, that's how it goes and Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close So, thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear But this torch that I found must be drowned or it soon might explode So, make it one for my baby and one more for the road The long, it's so long The long, very long

Queen of my pitiful soul Console me, don't let me go Baby, baby, baby Ain't nobody gonna hurt you So feed me with those pretty lies 'Cause there ain't no escaping, those ocean eyes Oh baby, baby, baby I kill anybody that hurt you