Mischief Night

We did a bad thing, Baby
On the street that night
We did a bad thing, Baby
Nothing can make it right

Terry was a time bomb
Tommy was a fuse
They blew up at the Casbah
Mischief Night 2002

One had a gun
One had a knife
One took the lookout
The other took the life

Meet me down the end
Of Court House Street
I'll be at the base of the hangman's tree
You will see me soon enough
Wrapped in stripes, hands in cuffs
Eyes stay open, mouths stay shut
They can never sever us

Made a break for Vegas
Dressed as bride and groom
But got lost somewhere out there
Where the Whipple Cholla blooms

Skinned at the knees
Like girded trees
Sewn up in rest-stop stitches
Curled up in drainage ditches"