So grab your rose and ring side seat   We're back home at Conry's bar   The blond girl with her tattoo   Reds and wine, Cokes of course      Oh my Suzy, my Suzy   Why did we ever start   It's morning now, you'd never know   The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark      And underneath the black light   Underneath it all   Four and forty redheads meet   Come to doom 'til the dawn      With threats of gas and rose motif   Their lips apart like swollen rose   Their tongues extend and then retract   A redcap, a redcap, before the kiss, before the kiss      Doors like flint and window panes   An endless shadow bar   The owner's boys have gone to work   To stop big deals behind that bar      While outside on the turnpike   They got this new hit tune   Where thrills become as cheap as gas   And gas as cheap as thrills      One thrill and mundane here at last   Expect to cross one more   Lecherous invisible   Beware the limping cat      Whose black teeth grip between loose jaws   Still ripe and fully bloomed   A rose that's not from anywhere   That you would know or I would care      And their owners act most cheerfully   Back home at Conry's bar   When their patrons' thoughts at last   Grow too big for their skulls      Awful things are happening   We've let this drama fold   And now the time has come at last   To crush the motif of the rose      So grab your rose and ring side seat   We're back home at Conry's bar   The blond girl with her tattoo   Reds and wine, cokes of course      Oh my Suzy, my Suzy   Why did we ever start   It's morning now, you'd never know   The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark