Deadly Pickup


Another starry night my dear, we're gazing up at the moon
We're parked off of the lonesome highway, I hope the morning don't come too soon
Music stops on the radio, a bulletin comes clear
About a girl who matches your description that's on the loose around here
And come the early morning
You're gonna be wiping your bloody hands

I picked you up about an hour ago, you looked dishevelled and scared
I liked the way the moonlight caught your eye and your slinky blonde hair
I stopped my car and I let you in you, put your hand on my knee
Don't like the looks of that flick-knife baby, oh honey what could this mean?
It means come the early morning
You're gonna be wiping your bloody hands

In a month they might find my body, or all that remains
You might go down in a hail of bullets and stop the urges in your brain
Music resumes on the radio, a song I ain't heard in years
About a girl who matches your desciption that's on the loose around here
And come the early morning
You're gonna be wiping your bloody hands



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