Its nine-eight-teen   It's coffee colored evening   The headlights spin shadows on the ceiling   I'm left here with the Gideon Bible   Long strands of her hair   Trickle down the bed      And in my soul there's a little Alaska   It's 80 below and it's dropping   Sweet Ecclesiastes won't you preach to me   Corner store assassion with a Glock 19   Coffee makes my hand shake   I'm a running boy   If I were Jack the Ripper would you still kiss me?      She's smooth like the girl with the leather-like bonding   You fall into the snow, yeah you make a little Angel   And I read straight through the book of Revelations   I saw the Astronaus on TV jumping on the moon      And all the horses that I bet on   Are lame and shot through the head   and Sweet Ecclesiastes, won't you reach to me?   Corner store assassion with a Glock 19   Coffee makes my hand shake   I'm a running boy   If I were Jack the Ripper would you still kiss me?