High Rankin - The Tale Of Clarence Baskerville (Full Vocal Mix) lyrics

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The night was cold and crisp

Luckily for me the broad I was with was hot and soft

Suzy had breezed into my life only a few hours ago at a bar downtown

Against the backdrop of the usual losers, she had stood out like a badger in a space suit

She had eyes that had seen a thousand romantic movies but had never seen the end

Her lips were the color of open teenage veins

She was all generous legs and don't tell daddy I'm out

What she wanted from me I didn't know

I was just a two time loser in a second hand suit

My life was becoming a Raymond Chandler novel, but at this point things didn't add up

Just me, a blond headed beaded tail, and a mishmash of metaphors and similes that were making less and less sense by the minute

My papa told the story of a world of sleepless nights

A world of what ifs, and a world of never was

As she lay on the couch, I could tell she had been running from something

I told her she could take my bed and she was out quicker than a police in a leotard back before the Yankees

I sat down in a chair that had seen so many drunken tragedies

A bottle of whisky, a glass, and a nine millimeter on the table to my left

My name is Clarence Baskerville, Private Eye

The year was 1939, and although I didn't yet know it

Things were about to get very, very heavy

Very, very heavy

I woke up with a start and reached for my piece

False alarm, silence

There she was like a midnight baby suckling blissfully on her mothers teet

Sleeping so sweetly like I wish I could

She rolled over and opened her eyes

Eyes that had the purity of an avalanche

All-encompassing, catastrophic yet beautifully unrelentingly innocent

The phone rang; my hand hovered trembling over the handset

The hand that had trembled all those years ago

The phone rang in siren across the empty chamber of my apartment

A ringing phone has to be answered, doesn't it?

I picked up the receiver... ‘Baskerville’

-‘Baskerville, it's Malloy’

‘Malloy?’

-‘That's right it's me, been a little while ain’t it?’

And it had been six years since I put that no good son a of shit blitz where he belonged

His voice still rang shivers down my spine

Like Linford Christie dressed as the abominable snowman

‘I heard you were back on the streets; Lord praises this country’s justice system’

-‘I didn’t phone for an argument Baskerville, I wanted to say I’m sorry for all I put you and this whole city through’

His words meant nothing; less than nothing in fact

- ‘I don’t expect you to say anything but I’m a changed man Baskerville, I’ve had a lot of time to think’

I hung up the phone<br />

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