its nine eighteen yeah its coffee colored evening the headlights spin shadows on the ceiling and i'm left here with the gideon bible long strands of her hair trickle down the bed in my soul there's a little alaska its eighty below and its dropping sweet ecclesiastes won't you preach to me corner store assassin with the block nineteen coffee makes my hand shake i'm a frightened boy if i was jack the ripper would you still kiss me she's smooth like the girl with the leather like binding fall into the snow yeah you make a little angel and i read straight through the book of revelation saw the astronauts on tv jumpin' on the moon and all the horses that i bet on are lame and shot through the head sweet ecclesiastes won't you preach to me corner store assassin with the block nineteen coffee makes my hand shake i'm a frightened boy if i were jack the ripper would you still kiss me