The Sewers of Mars - Royal Trux

A minor infection, that’s what we’ve endured

The car slows down, another curve

I carved out a block of time

In the hall of kings

Look at the clock

Look at it again, it hasn’t moved

And that cane hasn’t moved

Since his wife died

But he sure enough kept that prescription alive

Losses that were never counted

Burned out on dollar bets

Don’t cross the river, you won’t get wet

You can carve yourself a lean life, baby

Out on this shore

The book on him

He doesn’t try

He’ll be lucky to come in by the fourth of July

Fresh roses in the ring

And the hanging bell

The moon is full but it’s too soon to tell

She cries that there’s no one around

She says she misses you

She’s dead but she wants to break out

And send a message through

If my head is right I can do it tonight

Bring her spirit into view

They call me the specialist

And I’m ready to do business with you

Well, I’ve beat more odds

Than the final four

At the first sign of fear, I’m in the door

And you get a little hope

That’s what you pay me for

And when the pale world calls me back

You’re gonna need some more