Highway girl/double suicide

(cheers)
gordie - thank you
Well i'm going down to see my highway girl
yeah she just got back from around the world
i'm gonna get me a gun, i'm gonna stand on guard
in a little white booth in her front yard.

i'm throwing rocks at her window what could she do? "i throw like a girl"

if i throw enough rocks one might break through
and she looked out her window when the police came
to see a big tin man dancing in the rain.

oh my little highway girl
oh my little highway girl

she had a beautiful apartment
she had a beautiful apartment
well, actually it was a lousy apartment
but sh-she's very handy with her hands
and she's got architectural digest magazines
so she knows what she's doing
she likes to decorate her apartment in the santafé tradition
i told her it was dated
but i see more of the world than she does
she got an apartment where the property was cheap
next to the free way
she said "i save lots of money but i lose lots of sleep, in my apartment where the property is so cheap"
and we'd laugh! and we'd laugh! and we'd laugh!
ah, and we'd take pop shots at the passing cars *ping*
and we'd laugh!
we were dumping the body and we'd laugh. we found a place that was dark and rotten, a place where the police helicopters would never spot it. i destroyed the map that we'd so carefully plotted. every day we're dumping a body. shitten me
Every single day. and we'd laugh about it. that's when i knew it was time that we both killed ourselves together. together we were nothing but a menace. apart we were nothing but lonely. i read too much. i thought we should kill ourselves. she doesn't read a thing. she believed me. are you really the messiah? yes i am. she was younger than me too, she was younger than me. and i said to her, i said, “you know colline, no one stamps on a burning bag of shit anymore. nobody!” are you really the messiah? yes i am. believe it. so we opted to kill ourselves, as i said, but we had one rifle and one bullet, so i told her to put her head down close to the barrel and put the barrel sort of into her mouth and i'd be right behind it with my head right behind hers and i said her life would end instantly; mine might have a few extra minutes of agony and suffering.

she couldn't pull the trigger, so we attached a string to it around the lamp and to the doorknob. the first person to come into her cheap fuc*** apartment would blow both our heads off.

we got, we got to thinking; we changed our minds. you know, i mean, we got scared. and, ah, and, and kind of chickened out
and we'd laugh, you know, we'd laugh together. what were we thinking? we're not; together we're not that bad. we're not that bad. we don't need to kill ourselves. we don't need to kill ourselves. and then the d-train rattled overhead and knocked the joor, door ajar, the joor adar, the door ajar, the door ajar, the jar adoor. the lock... the faulty lock, the door swung open. and killed her. that's my story and i'm stickin' to it


they said, don't you think gordie push a bit too fast?
i said, slowing down don't make it last
and a, she said a memory's never gonna set you free
go out and see that world and bring it home to me

oh my little highway girl
oh my little highway girl
oh my little highway girl
oh my little highway girl
and get mr. ry cooter to deliver my eulogy, alright?
thank you very much