When all the bars quit serving starlets, A hundred harlots all the same you get as far as a cheap guitar And a match book number with a crooked name Catching stars in your mason jars Now you're thumbing rides in a hurricane Spend your nights in a freezing car Coming down off cheap cocaine A Judas light to betray the night Not a cross in sight where you can hand the blame You hope you might but you never quite seem to Burn as bright as the morning flame Your only friend is the filtered end and a stranger's lipstick stain And all you lack is a wooden match To scratch across her cooked name Catching stars in your mason jars Now you're bumming rides in a hurricane Spend your nights in a freezing car Coming down off cheap cocaine. Spend your nights in a freezing car Coming down off cheap cocaine.