Gentlemen, Start Your Engines - Grateful Dead

It’s 3 a.

m in the combat zone

Gentlemen, start your engines

They can close this bar but baby, I ain’t goin'

Gentlemen, start your engines

If you lock up the whiskey, give me gasoline

I got a seven grand red line on the black machine

The dead can do my sleepin', if you know what I mean

Gentlemen, start your engines

Got a little girl here in a pinafore

Gentlemen, start your engines

She’s gonna do us on and beg for more

Gentlemen, start your engines

It’s dark outside but it’s darker within

Check the back of my jacket just to see my grin

They don’t write poems about the state I’m in

Gentlemen, start your engines

One of these days I’m gonna pull myself together

Soon as I finish tearin' myself apart

Let me tell you, honey, there’s a mighty stormy whether

Rollin' 'round the caverns of my heart

When the police come you better let 'em in

Gentlemen, start your engines

Don’t forget to tell 'em what a sport I’ve been

Gentlemen, start your engine

I got a head full of vintage TNT

Gonna blow me up instead of burying me

If you don’t like trouble believe me

Gentlemen, start your engines

Gentlemen, start your engines

Gentlemen, start, gentlemen, start

Gentlemen, start your engines

Like the Devil’s Mustangs, I’ve been ridin' hell for leather

Put away angry and angry in the dark

Let me tell you, honey, there’s some mighty stormy weather

Rollin' 'round the caverns of my heart