Lyrics

Ashtray Ohio
by
Steven Clark / The Ass Haulers

Spoken by Ray “Dirty” Rico

From the project
“Pseudoeuphony El Experimento X”


The rickety smoke machine belched another billowy vanilla scented cloud as the mirror ball lit the room like a newly discovered constellation.

“Don’t be fuckin’ creepy man!” she yelled over the throbbing music while hanging upside down from the pole like a pale rail thin hairless vampire bat, “I love Jesus and I’m a good girl.” Sliding down in a twirl.

In a spread-leg splat on the scuffed glossy black catwalk directly in front of me she made knifelike eye contact that cut clean through to the back of my skull, a low stakes game of chicken I instantly lost.

She knew that deep inside I was eating her game like a starving campground raccoon, I was the proverbial dog chasing the car and if I caught it I wouldn’t know what to do next, just run off yelping with a tucked tail.

I was punching above my weight and we both knew it, she was an out of reach runaway blood thrill roller coaster that only goes down.

In a crush of defeat I tossed over the palm-sweat-soaked folding money as tribute to the glitter-skinned queen and quickly looked away. After all it was only money, I’ll get paid again next Friday. Just another Christmas Eve.

Just another Christmas Eve
Just another Christmas Eve
Just another Christmas Eve
Just another Christmas Eve




“Don’t be fuckin’ creepy man!” she yelled over the throbbing music while hanging upside down on the pole like a thin pale vampire bat,
“I love Jesus and I’m a good girl.”

Sliding down in a twirl and then a spread-leg splat on the scuffed glossy black catwalk directly in front of me she made knife-like eye contact that cut clean through to the back of my skull, a low stakes game of chicken that I instantly lost. She knew that deep inside I was eating her game like a starving campground raccoon, I was the proverbial dog chasing the car and if I caught it I wouldn’t know what to do next, just run off yelping with a tucked tail. I was punching above my weight and we both knew it, she was an out of reach runaway blood thrill rollercoaster that only goes down. In defeat I tossed over the palm-sweat-soaked folding money as tribute to the glitter-skinned queen and quickly looked away as she tucked it under her garter, it was hard-earned but still only money, I’ll get paid again next Friday. Just another Christmas Eve.