Stroke of midnight at the indie rock show
Beats and bass are hot and I'm aglow
Next morning I'm at work doin' the 9 to 5
With a woman clinging to her last hours of life
The stretch is hard, the stakes are high
I drain a Diet Coke when the coffee cup runs dry
And crush the pills to help absorb her pain
A dirty washrag over spider veins
Oh mother, I am paying my way
Down the twisty road of fun and consequence
Swing down the middle, you know I'll never let you down
As I'm returning to the indie rock show
I hear a siren song in my conscience flow
Glasses break behind the bar tonight
And from the ceiling streams Aleisis light
