The Black Sorrows - Sleep Through The Hurricane lyrics

There's a demon in the bottle A preacher in the yard What's that crashin' in the cellar Who's tearin' up the boulevard Someone's roped up in the back seat Ain't no room left in the trunk She needs some vital information He spittin' out the same old junk Collect that package at the station Clean those stains from your dress No need to make a reservation The signal master don't care less Arm-in-arm together we'll meet the midnight train Safe as hell together we'll beat the drivin' rain Sleep through the hurricane Creepin' down the fire escape in someone else's hat and cape Hurlin' curses at the moon, hummin' some forgotten tune Cuttin' through the dead of night air, know the place, I'll meet you there Broken gla** and dried up mud, leakin' gas and butcher's blood There's poison in the bottle Mad prophet's in his grave One more bullet in this chamber Ain't no time to misbehave There's been talk about salvation It was just a playful romp It could be my imagination But somethin's movin' in the swamp (J. Camilleri N. Smith – Rondor Warner Chappell)