I want a girl who won’t say no to me
when I’m dead.
And I have searched the last saloon
for a piano that plays itself.
Westernized, it’s never twilight
time, never thestillofthenight,
instead it’s only Cheap Trick
singing “Ghost Town,” and
the hollow feeling Lester Bangs called
“coming to town the day after the circus left.”
Have you ever really felt
a smoking gun?
Have you ever really seen
the picture show called “Crack of Dawn?”
When I die, I’ll meet the dead girl
who wears my wedding ring.
Until then, life is but a ghost
of beautiful women without mercy.