Its nine-eight-teen It's coffee colored evening The headlights spin shadows on the ceiling I'm left here with the Gideon Bible Long strands of her hair Trickle down the bed And in my soul there's a little Alaska It's 80 below and it's dropping Sweet Ecclesiastes won't you preach to me Corner store assassion with a Glock 19 Coffee makes my hand shake I'm a running boy If I were Jack the Ripper would you still kiss me? She's smooth like the girl with the leather-like bonding You fall into the snow, yeah you make a little Angel And I read straight through the book of Revelations I saw the Astronaus on TV jumping on the moon And all the horses that I bet on Are lame and shot through the head And Sweet Ecclesiastes, won't you reach to me? Corner store assassion with a Glock 19 Coffee makes my hand shake I'm a running boy If I were Jack the Ripper would you still kiss me?