Meet Me In St. Louis, Misery

Sorry but I went to St. Louis The package had to be there in time They’re building super-soldiers that will help with the census I got through security checkpoints like a kidney stone Smoked a butt inside a men’s room stall in a factory that apocalypse wouldn’t match in a staring contest Doing seventy mph past the limit The sun coming up above the bloody Mississippi Dumped a body at a rest stop Bought my wife at a greasy spoon Felt my liver let go of the jobs I’ve lost Pissed on Busch Stadium as the Cubs pissed the playoffs away And I got to East St. Louis And I hadn’t slept in days And I was down to a cadaver The liquor store was closed though I knocked The Mexican mopping inside stopped a second “Abbierto?” I asked through glass He looked at me Like a tight-lipped moll in a Kurosawa noir But the station was open and I bought beer there And I got to a motel The phone was crustacean The health club was an oxygen tent Room service specialized in oncology When I flipped the light switch it flew Across the room like a bloody tooth I took off my clothes Bow-legs like the Arch Take the elevator up My head has a view As you already know It’s a good look at you.