Stars of the Colour blue

I met a shooting star in the smoky halls of soaking red-hot saloon.

She said rather burn bright for just one night than live a thousand in the dark.

Said I this place is full of girls just like you, lying in dark alleyways bleeding from their hearts.

All they see are the bricks of their broken homes and the rusted steel of cell block bars.

This life ain’t shit but a series of fucks until you have none left to give.

And she shuffled the deck and I cut the cards and poured us another shot of rye.

She threw that bitch to the back of her throat and said, “Fuck you man watch me scorch the sky.”