Wake Me Up

Ninety something miles an hour from Louisiana to Texas
I got the Grim Reaper smoking cigarillos in my rear view mirror
His turn signal’s blinking towards my brother’s exit
He’s checking his checklist
While my brother’s in the back half dreaming of ass
Half ashen in a cooler of beer
Now wake him up when the coast is clear
Hey, a tower of tears in a push up position
Casino, bathroom, abattoir, dancehall
Dog pound pay per view illuminating bones for sale
When the hourglass shatters on the shit-head friend
Montage of (?) is easy
We’ve got a broken clock that’s right two times a day
Neither the fuck is sleeping
Either the darkest or deepest of this apartment’s secrets
Seen by the light of a TV
I’ll wake you up if I can find someone to relieve me
When you wake up you might not see me
I put my body in a drop dream drige of Dickensian hangover
Now it’s creaking beneath me in a chorus with the floorboards and a union mike
But the parking is quicksand and life is a risk and
Every love is to die
A love a love is to die
A love a love is to die
Rolling every night
When the rock club turns to the disco
Cinderella’s drinking for half the price
Well I left prints on the wall of my mother’s office
But at midnight I’m drinking for twice
Yeah at midnight I’m sitting by a bucket of water
Used to be a bucket of ice
Oh won’t you wake me up in the van
Oh won’t you wake me up in the van
Won’t you wake me up when the weather’s not so nice