Noir Bubble by Bill Hicks Lyrics

The overhead fan with the missing blade
Cut thru the haze and the honky-tonk
Steel guitars and glittering shades
A broken window with bars at the back
That someone used to pass a key sometimes

Blues and country, back to back
DeSotos and Packards, Aces and Eights
Frankie Machine and his golden arm
And a cigaret that did no harm
That I lit in your lips at the end of love

We could hear the scene like a distant train
We could see the street cut apart by the slats
We could know exactly where Roger was
From when his light went on and off
We had it timed, we had it pat

For near three years our time stood still
Under his cowl he kept a smile
And he somehow seemed to misplace his scythe
Left it leaning behind some mishung door
That wouldn't swing to on a humid summer night
And that's what got us, that broken door
The last alert, the noisy hinge
Silenced as sweat beneath your skirt
And the power off from a thunder-surge
When they came into the room, and found you there

I was down the hall, I got away
I heard the sounds, the fatal shots
The sandpaper laugh when they uncovered your skin
I didn't even stop to stare
I never dealt another hand
Yes, and that was the day I quit the band...
That was the day I quit the band