At the foot of the bed, lay the clarinet
and the light bled onto the carpet
The fan by the stove was left on
and the noise of the bus was a frightful song
At the foot of the bed waits a man
buttoning his jacket with his hand
It's 4 o'clock he tells her it's time
She nods her head and kisses goodbye, goodbye
The snake of a shadow jumps to the floor
and a hearbeat closes with the doors
Car is parked - eight blocks west
he finds the keys - his cable-knit vest
On the highway he stopped for an accident
the cars all waved - in acknowledgment
As he drives by the ambulance hes getting around traffic
He glances to his sidecar's crushed and kisses dispatching
The voices outisde were calling where the bodies had fallen
And now his tires roll over the map of blood on the highway
Making very strange color making very strange smells
And soon it'll be the rain that washes all this away
He's pulling into his house his wife is working till 5
While the white exhaust bumper cars travels into the sky
He'll sing his song to sleep with a rhythm soft and deep, singing
Shotgun, I got a shotgun
Shotgun, I got a shotgun
Oh little boy, I got a shotgun
Shotgun, I got a shotgun
Oh little boy, I got a shotgun
Shotgun, I got a shotgun
Oh little boy, I got a shotgun
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