The Ambassador

You were in Michigan

She was pretty much livin' in

Three two bar a stretch to call a club

It was called the Ambassador

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 Ambassador

Man it feels kinda magical

I guess your friend can really move things with his mind

It was called the Ambassador

Wasn't much diplomatic there

The space between the skin and all the blood