Lights & Sirens
Roadside surgery
Performed in back rooms of low-lit bars
I came so close to bleeding out
That I made my peace with God
Then renounced His very name
Some things are just not worth it
Patched up and back behind the wheel
A quart of brandy my old-time remedy
For the shivers and shakes
That set in with alarming regularity
These old bones won’t rattle forever
I closed my eyes as I drove through her town
I couldn’t bear to take it in
Horror Sleaze Trash 