Paroles At the End of the Road There's a Sapphire Pit de Johnny Whitney

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at the end of the road there's a sapphire pit and if you've been good you can throw your bones in it

there's a grandfather clock with a shotgun sawed off shouting orders to the mob, wait your turn now settle down.

the sky's a skipping record and the airs filled with smoke from mountains of plastic bottles on fire by the road

and you snarl and you curse the very day you were born then a piano without a player whistles this song

oh hold me tonight i got a knife in my throat and i'm afraid to die

oh love me tonight if just for a moment as we wait here to die

oh hold me tonight

at the end of the road you've been a pretty decent guy and paid your taxes went to church no piece of ass on the side

is it heaven or hell in the sapphire pit or just a pile of tv's hissing static for centuries?

then a raven splits the sky and grinds the stars into dust your skin turns to paper and your shadow starts to rust

and you just want to cry for your empty apartment and you hear your wife's whisper mangled up in the wind

oh hold me tonight i've sweated through my clothes and my skins turned bone white

oh love me tonight lets catalogue the seconds left till we die

oh hold me tonight

you turn to the man waiting in front of you, he's got a greasy black beard and a shark bite tattoo

his speech slurred and blurred he guzzles black label rum, he says "who gives a goddam" with a prosthetic tongue

some fucking lunatic starts screams and starts to run, they drag him by his eyelids to the front of the line

the woman behind you hysterically recites the names of all her lovers in the dismal grey light

oh hold me tonight i got a bad feeling everything's not gonna be alright

oh hold me tonight if just for an hour before the midnight expires

oh hold me tonight like a dream in the distance drifting into dark light

oh love me tonight our skin knits a quilt to keep us warm through the night

and you stand at the edge of the sapphire pit and the grandfather clock sticks his gun into your guts

and you peer through the crystals that line the hole's walls hear the squall of cat calls from the men who've gone before.

and you plead with the clock "you don't understand, you'd have done the same thing had you had the life that i had"

the trees are whispering the waves weep bitterly crashing away the seconds as your body falls free.

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