Sleep through the Hurricane
- Jo Camilleri, Nick Smith
there's
a demon in the bottle
a preacher in the yard
what's that crashin' in the
cellar
who's tearin' up the boulevard
someone's roped up in the
back seat
ain't no room left in the
trunk
she needs some vital information
he's spittin' out the same
old junk
collect that package at the
station
clean those stains from your
dress
no need to make a reservation
the signalmaster don't care
less
arm-in-arm together we'll
meet the midnight train
safe as hell together we'll
beat the drivin' rain
sleep through the hurricane
creepin' down the fire escape
in someone else's hat and cape
howlin' curses at the moon,
hummin' some forgotten tune
cuttin through the dead night
air, know the place, I'll meet you there
broken glass and dried up
mud, leakin' gas and butcher's blood
there's poison in the bottle
mad prophet's in his grave
one more bullet in this chamber
ain't no time to misbehave
there's been talk about salvation
it was just a playful romp
it could be my imagination
but somethin's movin' in the
swamp