You were in Michigan
She was pretty much livin' in
Three two bar a stretch to call a club
It was called the Amba**ador
She was pretty much crashin' there
The space between the skin and all the blood
The nights were hot and hissin' like an iron
Days spent climbin' walls like a vine
A Bay City tire shop
Is just a temporary stop
A touch-down on a trip that was mostly undefined
You were still staying there
All the halls smelled like burning hair
In the end it made you sick but at first you didn't mind
The nights were hot and hissin' like an iron
The days were cold and crushed you like a can
Years spent faking pain and making plans
Pretty sure you'd recognize these guys
They were asking 'round for you just the other night
Blood on the bed and the lights in her eyes
If you came around the back we could take them by surprise
Well your friend from the tire shop
He keeps talking 'bout some rocks
Like he wants something hard to hit his head on
You said he's a mystic
Well I know he's not Catholic
He's got a cross all upside-down carved in his arm
The nights were hot and hissin' like an iron
The days were cold and crushed you like a can
Years spent faking pain and making plans
Pretty sure you'd recognize these guys
They were asking 'round for you just the other night
Blood on the bed and the lights in her eyes
You came back to us
South Minneapolis
Said 'revenge exists outside of space and time'
Out behind the Amba**ador
Man it feels kinda magical
I guess your friend can really move things with his mind
It was called the Amba**ador
Wasn't much diplomatic there
The space between the skin and all the blood