Skeleton Coast
Lyrics
Face-slapped and filthy, I'm pulling on my boots
I've got a roadhouse revolver and a sharkskin suit
I hitched a ride with a widow in a rusted out Chevette
She left me standing at an on-ramp just outside of Calumet
Now I'm dipping this old deck of cards in a footprint filled with mud
And I'm dreaming of the jungle and the men with yellow blood
All these double-talking debutantes, a wink and a grin
With their double-dagger swagger and they're coming back again
Welcome to the skeleton coast
Everyone here is someone else's ghost
Welcome to this thirsty fire
Drawn like a moth to your heart's desire
Hold me in your tentacles and teach me how to laugh
Fold me in your pentacles and drown me in the bath
The rain it splits the deities with a thousand tiny cuts
They flow into the gutters with the soggy cigarette butts
I'm a petrified forest and a fossilized bone
And my only regret is that I'm all alone
The looking glass has cataracts and justice has no map
I may be turned the wrong way 'round but I'm never going back
Welcome to the skeleton coast
Everyone here is someone else's ghost
Welcome to this thirsty fire
Drawn like a moth to your heart's desire
Welcome to the skeleton coast
Everyone here is someone else's ghost
Welcome to this thirsty fire
Drowned like a rat in your heart's desire
Writer(s): Ehren Borg
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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