Black Umbrella

"In Sauget, Illinois there is a club called Pop's. It's

on a lawless piece

Of land with 24 hour strip bars and an O.T.B. I once

went into the O.T.B.

Facility and saw the strangest collection of people one

could imagine. It

Was Mos Eisley spaceport. A woman dressed like she had

come straight from a

Jazz funeral walked in and no one seemed to notice her

but myself. I guess

Anomaly is typical in Sauget. Eric plays on this track

as well."

Money Mike, Pistol Pete

Both went running down the street.

Police and snitches, lover's lane.

Hot summer. Hot rain.

Hit the bricks.

The girl got her tricks.

She's the Mississippi terror,

And there's none the fairer.

O.T.B. was jammed.

Paper changing hands.

Nothing left but smoke and cellar

And a Woman with a black umbrella.

Little Lewis lost his shit.

10 to 1, couldn't collect.

Fish Head Phil, Itchy Ike...

Say they never got home that night.

Shake the breaker.

That girl ain't no money maker.

She's come to cook all the books,

And flaunt her good looks.

O.T.B. was jammed.

Paper changing hands.

Nothing left but smoke and cellar.

And a Woman with a black umbrella.