Nine miles out of Philly
Just about midnight
Tryin’ to put it all behind me
On the Pennsylvania Turnpike
Everything that I’m gonna need
I got right here within reach
Mini-thins on the passenger side
A trench knife under my seat

I haven’t eaten since late last night
And Black Light’ll make it all alright
But I can’t stand it any more

Doomsday, doomsday
I can hear it on the radio
I can feel it in the airwaves
All these things that I don’t wanna know
Black Death surrounds me,
But I’m baptized by the dashboard glow
When it’s time to go, it’s time to go

I haven’t slept in three damn days
And Black Light’ll make it all OK
But I can’t stand it any more

Found a ticket, I found a ticket
I found a way back home
Back to a home that I don’t know
A life that I don’t own
And the blood that’s in my veins
I can feel it leaving but I just don’t know
Where it is that it goes
I only know it goes

A black hope to keep me up all night
And Black Light to make it all alright
And I can’t stand it any more

So what’s the takeaway from all this?
What is it that I get out of this?
I mean besides the eight-inch, fluted, steel blade
That rides with me at night on the highway.
The black, grasping trees of rural PA clutch at me through the night
Stripping me bare and raw
The dead, grey light of dawn
Leaves me cold
Leaves me cold

I haven’t seen the sun in three damn days
And Black Light’ll make it go away
But I can’t stand it any more

Baptize me, O Dashboard Glow
Wash me clean or lay me low
For Death hath lost its dominion
Over whatever’s left of my soul
Bear me north, O Mighty Genesee
For whatever it is that’s left of me
Is bound to plead refuge in whatever’s left
Of my lost city

Been cold and empty since I don’t know when
And Black Light’ll make me whole again
But I can’t stand it any more.