Shotgun Shack (from the album Catch the Squirrel)
This room is my shotgun shack, wall paper peeling back, lighting fades to black
Heat is running low, vodka sipping slow, sheltered from the snow
There’s wax in the rug, the spider kills the bugs with the web they sew
My little shadow box, no one ever knocks, time to check the locks
The undertaker stares across Whitman Avenue
Business has been good, there’s nothin’ you can do
Stained glass stares through stormy night
Jesus has been good, is he up tonight?
Whisky bitter sweet and the cold winds blow
I’ll just prop up my feet and watch the sky snow
Children of the moon playing on the roof, bodies sinking low
Ceiling has some cracks, from all their jumping jacks, and their sticks and stones
Candles melting gold, stories never told, the room is getting cold
Tried to take a knap, until I heard the snap of the ice flows
Through the wind and rain, the children end their game, but the dog barks.
I’m the only one who knows why the moon glows, cause I’m the spark
Chorus
This room is my shotgun shack,
wall paper peeling back, lighting fades to black (Em)
Lyrics, Music & Arrangement by:
© 2003 Jeremy J. dePrisco ASCAP
