Windshield Wipers

Well you can’t see the stars in the city, no
Though the hospital lights sure are pretty, yeah
Well my wings are mud and I’m two feet tall, all right
Won’t you meet me out in the dark night
Got the windshield wipers
And the shooting star
You’re the nearest thing to heaven
That I’ve seen by far
Well I miss my friends over the sea
And I’d wish they’d come back here and strangle me
Because I’ve burned the rice and my soul is ice, oh yeah
Oh heaven won’t you save me a slice
Got the windshield wipers
And the shooting star
You’re the nearest thing to heaven
That I’ve seen by far
My esophagus is dry
Won’t you pour me a cocktail before I die
We’re gonna tune up an amplifier
Yeah one of these days I’m gonna stop asking why
Got the windshield wipers
And the shooting star
You’re the nearest thing to heaven
That I’ve seen by far
The sky is black
Black as tar
I’ve got the windshield wipers
And the shooting star
Ohhhhhhhhhh