Track Insight / Lyrics
Red light hums in parking lot
Coin slot waits for shaking hand
Hey flatfoot! Hey flatfoot!
Buy the sludge or move along!
Trench coat flares in sodium glow
Rain slicks the pavement down below
He taps my button, wants it black
I spit out mud, he takes it back
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Red light pulses, heartbeat fast
Another cup, another cast
He scans the lot, he checks the door
My heating coil begins to roar
I'm the vending machine gospel
Serving sludge in paper cups
Detective drinks, he never stops
I watch the lot, I call the shots
Vending machine gospel!
Neon flickers, bulb gone dim
He checks the trunk, he checks the rim
My change return clinks loose and loud
He ignores the sound, head in cloud
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Red light pulses, heartbeat fast
Another cup, another cast
He scans the lot, he checks the door
My heating coil begins to roar
I'm the vending machine gospel
Serving sludge in paper cups
Detective drinks, he never stops
I watch the lot, I call the shots
Vending machine gospel!
Steam rises slow in freezing air
No sirens wail, no footsteps there
Just me and him and quiet brew
Snow settles soft on hoods anew
Serene and quiet, first snow falls
I serve the night, I serve it all
Go! Go! Go! Go!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
I'm the vending machine gospel!
Serving sludge in paper cups!
Detective drinks, he never stops!
I watch the lot, I call the shots!
Vending machine gospel!
Red light fades, the night shift ends
Another case, another friend
