Some Things Are Worth Dying Young For (The Ballad of Scarlet Fever)

Her hair's so red they call her Scarlet Fever
And, oh god, boys, if you'd had seen her
You'd have slapped my back and bought me beers all night
Her legs go on forever like a whiskey river
With an anklet made out of gypsy silver
That shimmers like her toenail-varnish in the dim bar light

She's got eyes like a wildcat that's starved for a month
She can hollow your legs with just one whip of her tongue
She can kill you where you stand, bury you there under the floor
She holds her room key up like a knife to the throat
Of the Moon with Its reason saying "Kid, don't go"
But some things in life are worth dying young for

Her skirt is leather and as short as her temper
She can't sit still, she got this lust for adventure
And everything she does she does it just for the thrill
She drives 'round drunk on them winding side roads
Smoking something heavy with her head out the window
Headlights off at night telling you to take the wheel

And you kinda hope she goes off the road
That she loses it there on the bend
'Cos in the flames of the wreckage like a fiery Heaven
With her's about as good as it gets

Just Another Bone

You've got a secret
Don't tell it, just keep it
It's just another bone in the skeleton
You keep locked in your closet

You made some promises
To someone you can't keep
A promise like a heart can be ripped apart
But neither mend easy

And some promises you just can't break
Some take an earthquake
But ain't no earthquake in this world can match a red-headed girl
For devestation and heart-break

But with the walls broken down makes for an easy escape
And with this packet of tobacco I will be on my way
I've got a loose-fitting belt with all the notches on display
I've found some eggs to round-up and some more hens to lay
I've got lyrics that need writing and a guitar to play
I've got some sunshine to find and my own hearts to break
I've got a suitcase, some dreams and a weather-beaten face
That keeps the whores givin' me discount and the pimps out of my way
I've got a bottle in my pocket I can finish, smash, replace
And I can drink until the morning from the morning everyday
I got a coat that smells like sleeping rough that I've had for a decade
And when I speak it reeks of week-old spit at the bottom of an ashtray
But I'll be okay...

No...

I'll be great.

Little Blue House

I was born in a little blue house
I was born in a little blue house
'Til my old lady kicked me out
'Til my old lady kicked me out
She said, "Boy, you got some growing-up to do"

I fell in favour with a dirty barkeep
Fell in favour with a dirty barkeep
He gave me food and somewhere to sleep
He gave me food and somewhere to sleep
He said, "Son, stay here all you need"

So I did
Hell, it was free

I fell in love with a little redhead
Fell in love with a little redhead
She broke my heart the day that she said
Broke my heart the day that she said
"Boy, I got some leaving to do"

So I got me a big ol' bag of weed
And got me about a gallon of whisky
From the man who gives me all I need
From the man who gives me all I need
He said, "Son, take something special on me"

So I did
Hell, it was free

I wrapped it in my will and testament
Wrapped it in my will and testament
Which was a brown paper bag and on it, it read
It was a brown paper bag and on it, it said
"If I die - bury me with my boots on -

The cowboys made of rattlesnake hide
The cowboys made of rattlesnake hide
'Cos if I'm getting to heaven from wherever I die
If I'm getting to heaven from wherever I die
I got some walking to do"