City Of Motors - Soul Coughing

Three times dark, first in the mind

Second on Java Street, the dead car there

The hood blown out with a BB gun

Manuela said she saw the brakes fail…

Manuela said she saw the brakes fail…

An empty body, but it still bled

Oil from the axle, and it left a trail…

Ran down Java Street, and formed a pool

Manuela saw the moon in there…

Manuela saw the moon in there…

And I hear it rumbling, I hear transmission grind

I bear witness.

I have the clutch now

Three times darker on the rooftops

Man jumps between and grabs the rail

Man tries the door but the door is locked

Man gouge the hinge and goes down the stairs…

Man gouge the hinge and goes down the stairs…

Dull bright morning and the tools are gone

Detectives with flashlights in the elevator shaft

Manuela tells detectives she saw him there

Stuck in the hinge is a sliver of a fingernail…

Stuck in the hinge is a sliver of a fingernail…

And I hear it rumbling, I hear transmission grind

I bear witness.

I have the clutch now

Three times dark on the turnpike

From the Motor City to the City of Dis

They traced his travel by his credit card

No sleep, smokes, and he’s nauseous…

No sleep, smokes, and he’s nauseous…

Flips an ash like a wild, loose comma

Ash hits the oil around the pump

Travels to the pump and the pump explodes

Witness says he saw the car jump…

Witness says he saw the car jump…

And I hear it rumbling, I hear transmission grind

I bear witness.

I have the clutch now