The Devil's Bagel - Rusty Cage

The Devil's Bagel - Rusty Cage

  • Year of release: 2013
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 4:46

Below is the lyrics of the song The Devil's Bagel , artist - Rusty Cage with translation

Lyrics " The Devil's Bagel "

Original text with translation

The Devil's Bagel

Rusty Cage

Late night, my shoes are worn, in a diner, it’s 2 in the morn

And I wonder, what will I do tonight?

Cup of coffee and a cigarette more, clock above me reads 2:04

And the nightowls all got a story to tell

The girl with the short hair’s parents won’t speak to her no more

They call her an unholy dyke and they call her a whore

Oh well

Order a bagel, butter and all, think to myself as I stare at the wall

Killin' time, counting the change in my hand

Dark man sits on my right, shades keeping his eyes out of light

Drinks his coffee just as black as his skin

The man with the pack and the black hat sits in the back

His white eyes glow like a fire burns bright in the act

Woah and the fat man comes in with little hair

His wife is unfaithful but he doesn’t care as long as he can hold her tight at

night

Yeah and the waitress Julie is a poet now, she writes her stories on a paper

towel

To publish them someday, she said she might

And the man in the back tips his hat as he stands and he grins

The first word he says all night is «Let the show begin»

Julie wants to have some fun

So she takes a butter knife and cuts her fingers off one by one

To find a problem when she tries to start on her next hand

Yeah and the fat man strips down the whore

She cries to herself and defecates on the floor

I don’t think I want the second half of my bagel no more

The fat man started to say how he wants to kill his wife

As the dyke cuts off his tongue with a jagged knife

And the two are making passionate love

And the dark, blind man thinks he’s seen enough

So he takes Julie’s pen from her right hand

And he stabs his eyes, as according to plan

'Cause the man in the back simply laughs and he smiles

And the blood spills out on linoleum tile

And the fat man starts to eat the flesh of the whore

Yeah, the mood’s a little different than a minute before

I reach down for the last cigarette in the pack

Walk over and sit with the man in the back

And ask him «Why?»

He tips his hat and he smiles

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