Clutch - Black Umbrella Lyrics
"In Sauget, Illinois there is a club called Pop's. It's on a lawless pieceOf land with 24 hour strip bars and an O.T.B. I once went into the O.T.B.Facility and saw the strangest collection of people one could imagine. ItWas Mos Eisley spaceport. A woman dressed like she had come straight from aJazz funeral walked in and no one seemed to notice her but myself. I guessAnomaly is typical in Sauget. Eric plays on this track as well."Money Mike, Pistol PeteBoth went running down the street.Police and snitches, lover's lane.Hot summer. Hot rain.Hit the bricks.The girl got her tricks.She's the Mississippi terror,And there's none the fairer.O.T.B. was jammed.Paper changing hands.Nothing left but smoke and cellarAnd a Woman with a black umbrella.Little Lewis lost his shit.10 to 1, couldn't collect.Fish Head Phil, Itchy Ike...Say they never got home that night.Shake the breaker.That girl ain't no money maker.She's come to cook all the books,And flaunt her good looks.O.T.B. was jammed.Paper changing hands.Nothing left but smoke and cellar.And a Woman with a black umbrella.
