Smoke In The Sax Den

Lyrics

[Intro] Ash on my trench coat Curbside, cold air, breath slow Yellowed teeth on a sax blow Old tune in a fresh throat (yeah) [Verse 1] Slide in the spot, that’s dim-lit Chrome on my hip, that swing shit Cat-eye shades and a blade in the waistline Old head nod, say the game got a strange spine Upright hum in the back room Carpet stained, whole past in the back too Tea in a chipped cup, steam like a ghost Plates clink once, then the room go froze [Chorus] Drill in the jazz club, smoke in the rafters Tap of the glass, then violence, then laughter Sax man riff while we plot new chapters Old world manners, brand new disasters Drill in the jazz club, brass in my lungs Two-step shuffle while the war drums thump Click of the lighter, coin on the drum Same cold city where the hot heads come (yeah) [Verse 2] Click-clack tongue, I scat when I talk Rhymes like brass, let ’em blast when I walk Fed car creep by, lights on mute Band play sweet, but the line too acute Card game tucked in the far booth Queen of hearts, but her heart too charred through Lipstick stain on a broken glass Say grace quick, then we all wear masks [Bridge] [Tenor sax riff, circling the hook melody, drums drop to just hi-hat and upright bass] Low light halo round the mic stand Gold tooth grin in my right hand Heaven sound sittin’ in a hell plan Old soul, young blood, same clan [Chorus] Drill in the jazz club, smoke in the rafters Tap of the glass, then violence, then laughter Sax man riff while we plot new chapters Old world manners, brand new disasters Drill in the jazz club, brass in my lungs Two-step shuffle while the war drums thump Click of the lighter, coin on the drum Same cold city where the hot heads come (skrr)