Letra de Thanks, Delacroix

Mephistopheles stares idly back
From the charcoal-print postcard
Taped up to the rear-view mirror
On the driver’s side
It looks to me
Like Sad Wings of Destiny
Representative of those
In danger to be damned
I’ll reach out for his hand
I'll drive down to the crossroad
And then cross the Rio Grande
I kick my heel to the gas
Another look to the rear-view;
I get a glimpse
You’re in the back
Cleanin’ up your six shooter
To our favorite delta blues track
As a bullet skips
From your lips to the gun
You sing “my father is a fascist
And the only good fascist is a dead one.”
It looks as if
You’ve signed your soul away
To guarantee that he
Will be the best one
In my head
I tuck and roll out of the car
Bobby Johnson’s on his knees
As Mephistopheles plays steel guitar
Murder isn’t that hard
So far
In my head
I tuck and roll out of the car
Bobby Johnson’s beggin' "please!"
As Mephistopheles plays steel guitar
Murder isn’t that hard
So far