Windshield Wipers - Jackpot

Well you can’t see the stars in the city, no

Though the hospital lights sure are pretty, yeah

Well my wings are mud and I’m two feet tall, all right

Won’t you meet me out in the dark night

Got the windshield wipers

And the shooting star

You’re the nearest thing to heaven

That I’ve seen by far

Well I miss my friends over the sea

And I’d wish they’d come back here and strangle me

Because I’ve burned the rice and my soul is ice, oh yeah

Oh heaven won’t you save me a slice

Got the windshield wipers

And the shooting star

You’re the nearest thing to heaven

That I’ve seen by far

My esophagus is dry

Won’t you pour me a cocktail before I die

We’re gonna tune up an amplifier

Yeah one of these days I’m gonna stop asking why

Got the windshield wipers

And the shooting star

You’re the nearest thing to heaven

That I’ve seen by far

The sky is black

Black as tar

I’ve got the windshield wipers

And the shooting star

Ohhhhhhhhhh