[Intro - Slow, weeping acoustic blues guitar and vinyl crackle] [Verse 1] (A) The diesel navy wraps a bandage round a hive of empty shells (A) The diesel navy wraps a bandage round a hive of empty shells (B) While the ocean tries to tune a guitar made of copper bells [Verse 2] (A) The algorithm dragged a wooden suitcase through the jury's hair (A) The algorithm dragged a wooden suitcase through the jury's hair (B) Now the prosecutor drinks the static from a broken folding chair [Chorus - Heavy, soulful wailing] We stapled all the traffic to a bucket of black tar! The bartender is pouring headlights in a dirty mason jar A heavy wool blanket fell across the telephone wire And the basement staircase caught a sudden case of holy fire [Guitar Solo - Rusted, bending strings, slow and painful] [Verse 3] (A) The sleeping ministers are trading shovels for a cup of exhaust (A) The sleeping ministers are trading shovels for a cup of exhaust (B) And the firing squad is busy sweeping up the morning frost [Outro - Fading out, slow tempo] Just twist the doorknob, honey, the alphabet is out of gas...
