One Good Shirt

One Good Shirt

They’re looking up their skirts and they’re asking if it hurt when they fell
What’s an angel like you doin’ in hell?
They wore their one good shirt, now they’re rolling in the dirt
And the blood and the beer
Just get me out of here
I’m running for my life before they cut me down to size
Back when there were more busses than taxies in the city
Oh it returns again

She looks him in the eyes but he’s glancing at her thigh
She can tell by the way he moves he’s under her spell
The night just feels the same as they stumble down a lane
In their heads it’s the next best thing they have to a bed
They can’t see the sky, even though they tried
Glowing lights just reassure me, darling, that nothing’s alright
Oh it returns again

Oh oh how does it feel? Oh oh how does it feel?
You think you’re ready? Oh, you think you're ready?
I don’t know why you’re asking
He’s my brother, he ain’t heavy, heavy
Oh it returns again

She’s finds her way home, so much harder on your own
When she falls there is no angel waiting for her at all
The scent she leaves behind lingers longer in his mind
Is that a tear or the remnants of some more spilled beer?
Promissory notes catching in his throat, and a gag
It’s the best feeling that he’s ever had
Oh it returns again

Oh oh how does it feel? Oh oh how does it feel?
You think you’re ready? Oh, you think you're ready?
I don’t know why you’re asking
She’s my sister, she ain’t heavy, heavy

Oh oh how does it feel? Oh oh how does it feel?
Oh oh how does it feel? Oh oh how does it feel?

You think you’re ready? Oh, you think you're ready?
I don’t know why you’re asking
He’s my brother, he ain’t heavy, heavy