Straight To Your Heaven

Quimby

The steam is rising off the river
the night takes a big bite from the moon 
The passion's burning in fever
and an angel's warming dope in a silver spoon

Go straight to your heaven...

Tonight the gallows birds are happy 
whistling the devil's weary blues 
They don't need a goddamned penny 
they're just twisting away in pointed shoes

Go straight to your heaven...

Fish headed guys came off a picture 
Bosch with his dreampipe blessed them all 
They're dancing tango with a vulture 
gay spirits riding for a fall

Go straight to your heaven...

Lord came down with some angels 
Up there He was sad and bored 
He drank a coctail with a stranger 
and then hit the road in the Devil's ford

Go straight to your heaven...