You were in Michigan She was pretty much livin' in Three two bar a stretch to call a club It was called the Ambassador She was pretty much crashin' there The space between the skin and all the blood
The nights were hot and hissin' like an iron Days spent climbin' walls like a vine
A Bay City tire shop Is just a temporary stop A touch-down on a trip that was mostly undefined You were still staying there All the halls smelled like burning hair In the end it made you sick but at first you didn't mind
The nights were hot and hissin' like an iron The days were cold and crushed you like a can Years spent faking pain and making plans
Pretty sure you'd recognize these guys They were asking 'round for you just the other night Blood on the bed and the lights in her eyes If you came around the back we could take them by surprise
Well your friend from the tire shop He keeps talking 'bout some rocks Like he wants something hard to hit his head on You said he's a mystic Well I know he's not Catholic He's got a cross all upside-down carved in his arm
The nights were hot and hissin' like an iron The days were cold and crushed you like a can Years spent faking pain and making plans
Pretty sure you'd recognize these guys They were asking 'round for you just the other night Blood on the bed and the lights in her eyes
You came back to us South Minneapolis Said 'revenge exists outside of space and time' Out behind the Ambassador Man it feels kinda magical I guess your friend can really move things with his mind
It was called the Ambassador Wasn't much diplomatic there The space between the skin and all the blood