Sleep Through the Hurricane

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 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 signal master 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
Hurlin' curses at the moon, hummin' some forgotten tune
Cuttin' through the dead of 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

(J. Camilleri N. Smith – Rondor Warner Chappell)