Ben Roque - Off Your Tiltawhirl Lyrics

I split my lip on a broken trombone
I keep the devil in a bottle back home
Board up the door to the place in the past
A broken mirror makes a mighty good mask
You're wearing off like a cheap perfume
I'll stuff a scarecrow with a tale or two

Losing poker with the cards you choose
Walking off in a dead fellow's shoes
Spilling rain from an old top hat
It's only Memphis that I left on the track
So long, I'm gonna waltz in the dark
With Pleiades' eyes and moonlight in a jar

Cutting up in a circus truck
I'm only here to bluff
Stepping off of your tiltawhirl
With a broken rope of pearls
Sleepwalk across another stage
That candle's brief today
And paint eyes on a witness
And I will tell you anything

Drop a hammer baby strike me a chord
You're dropping dead across an old checkerboard
She broke a nail on a Colt .45
Putting holes in a nickel and dime
Laughing at the dice I threw
Is how I'll leave you inside this room