Noir Bubble - Bill Hicks

The overhead fan with the missing blade

Cut thru the haze and the honky-tonk

Steel guitars and glittering shades

A broken window with bars at the back

That someone used to pass a key sometimes

Blues and country, back to back

DeSotos and Packards, Aces and Eights

Frankie Machine and his golden arm

And a cigaret that did no harm

That I lit in your lips at the end of love

We could hear the scene like a distant train

We could see the street cut apart by the slats

We could know exactly where Roger was

From when his light went on and off

We had it timed, we had it pat

For near three years our time stood still

Under his cowl he kept a smile

And he somehow seemed to misplace his scythe

Left it leaning behind some mishung door

That wouldn’t swing to on a humid summer night

And that’s what got us, that broken door

The last alert, the noisy hinge

Silenced as sweat beneath your skirt

And the power off from a thunder-surge

When they came into the room, and found you there

I was down the hall, I got away

I heard the sounds, the fatal shots

The sandpaper laugh when they uncovered your skin

I didn’t even stop to stare

I never dealt another hand

Yes, and that was the day I quit the band…

That was the day I quit the band