Whiskey Shoeshine (Saturday Night / Live Girls)

Down in the dirt, I took a nap Woke up with a flannel coated in tree sap Lit a cigarette like a live dive bomber And went back home to my pretty mama She was dead in bed, all I could do was sigh Cash'll build a coffin, Jewel'll drive To the broke bridge by the river heave I'll baptize my sinnin' soul in whiskey Dreamin' bout mountain tops all drippin' snow I'm all fucked up with nowhere to go Scream and shout, mounted top ribbon bows Give my virgin baby to the neon glow It's Saturday night and the future's dawning Saturday night and we don't believe in Sunday morning Come on, girl Scene pretty as the slit wrists of Wall Street And I was still a little too drunk to eat Couple girls in the bathtub while I take a piss Shake my shoes and hear a rattlesnake hiss Cum-stained phone calls keep me awake A joint in the morning keeps the pigs at bay Daylight an enemy, the blinds are down And I'll stay in memory of the buzzing town With the static of vinyl still crackling Red silhouetted girls still straddlin' Saturday night, as the future's dawning Saturday night, we don't believe in Sunday morning Saturday night, out-of-body indoors experience The disbelief of being delirious