Dead Songs in Depth

    
Gentlemen, Start Your Engines
w: Barlow m: Mydland
AGDL: http://arts.ucsc.edu/gdead/agdl/gent.html
LASF: http://www.whitegum.com/songfile/GENTLEME.HTM
  

    
Gentlemen, Start Your Engines 
Lyrics: John Barlow
Music: Brent Mydland

Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission.

It's three AM in the combat zone
Gentlemen, start your engines
You can close this bar, but baby I ain't going
Gentlemen, start your engines
If you lock up the whiskey, give me gasoline
I got a seven grand redline on the black machine
The dead can do my sleeping, if you know what I mean
Gentlemen, start your engines

Got a little girl here in a pinafore
Gentlemen, start your engines
She's gonna do us all and then beg for more
Gentlemen, start your engines
It's dark outside, but it's darker within
Check the back of my jacket just to see my grin
They don't write poems about the state that I'm in
Gentlemen, start your engines

One of these days I'm gonna pull myself together
Soon as I finish tearing myself apart
Let me tell you, honey, there's some mighty stormy weather
Rolling round the caverns of my heart

When the police come you better let them in
Gentlemen, start your engines
Don't forget to tell them what a sport I've been
Gentlemen, start your engines
I got a head full of vintage TNT
They're gonna blow me up instead of burying me
If you don't like trouble, better leave me be
Gentlemen, start your engines

Ge-ge-ge-gentlemen, start your engines
Ge-ge-ge-gentlemen, start
Ge-ge-ge-gentlemen, start
Ge-ge-ge-gentlemen, start your engines

Like the Devil's Mustangs I've been ridden hell for leather
Put away wet and angry in the dark
Let me tell you honey, there's some mighty stormy weather
Rolling round the caverns of my heart