No Rm. 9, Kentucky

Happy birthday, baby, yeah
 You make me feel blue
 Swollen eyes worth since you left
 Happy birthday, baby, yeah
 I love only you
 Swollen eyes worth since you left
 That's approval, a stamp of a knife with initials on rubber
 A doodle of some ancient mother fucking her son
 I predict by 3am the pill bottle top will have come undone
 Tongue kiss through the kitchen screen
 Tongue kiss through the kitchen screen
 By 3am the pill bottle top will have come undone
 She'll hand you one long-wind,
 short-sigh story that starts with the words, "There's no
 room Kentucky 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9"
 I guess you'll do just fine
 By 3am the pill bottle top had come undone
 She'll hand you one long-wind, short-sigh story
 That's untrue
 There is no room nine