Hey Mama, want to heart attack
in the back alley over by the trash bins,
cloudbust in the parking lot
on our cigarette break, we don’t
smoke those, we could take the time
to fog the moonlight, get frostbite,
avoid stray cats when naked being
where it’s at ‘cause your allergic
the awfullest? I don’t credit
our employer the best but we work
together shift after shift, so how’s
we drink until the police come,
don’t worry, it’s Oxford baby,
they’ll hurry right along, we’ll
get arrested for being too sober
to walk home. And your hair
in the blue siren strobe a halo.
How’d this start? Mama, let’s
runaway in handcuffs, steal us a Cadillac,
get some Gus’s, never come back.
Jimmy Heartache 