TRAILER STAR - SUIT OF NETTLES
Firework Factory
Davey lives in a cheap hotel
He carries a suitcase full of bibles to sell
He spends every Sunday out by a cross
Shouting "sinners - your souls are lost"
And every night he dreams of flames
And the Devil lighting up his way
Down a burning street
To the firework factory
Davey’s got a family way out west
He ain’t seen them since the day he left
He’s spent all his money on sex and sin
Doesn’t think about them don’t think he ever did
All he can see is those flames
And the Devil lighting his way
Down a burning street, down a burning street
To the firework factory
Deep in Davey’s suitcase under the cross
You’ll always find a bottle of scotch
Deep in Davey’s mind you’ll find he’s lost
He ain’t never believed in God
He’s as empty as that hotel room
He’s as empty as the grave he’ll be in soon
All he dreams of at night is the flames
And the Devil lighting up the way
Down a burning street, down a burning street
