“Death, Sex and Regret” by Matthew Santos

Last time I came to this town / took a good look around / put my ears to the ground.
Astounded by the sounds that I had found / old songs of death / of sex and regret.
And I sing a few light-hearted tunes / just to clear up the room of that loathsome perfume,
And the pull of the endless night drew me inward / and drink after drink / in the land of death, sex and regret.

Death, sex and regret!

Young Johnny was the son of a barber / he just bought an old Camero needed work on the carburetor.
His little honey she was a burning wild flower / with a tattoo of a rattle snake / wrapped around her shoulder.
And they swore they were both better than / this rank old town / where the sinners came around to play their games to play in vain.
But the pull of the endless night drew them inward / and drink after drink / in the land of death, sex and regret!

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When I’m strong enough to pull myself away / I feel a few years older / and a few shades colder.
I thank the sky for the light of the new day / where I could walk a little straighter / and talk a little clearer / and I sing a few light-hearted tunes / just to clear up my soul / of that loathsome perfume.
And the hoodoos that stand in the distance / reaffirm my existence / as I pass through the land of death, sex and regret.

Chorus

Vamp out.