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The night my baby me I crossed the bridge to Juarez avenue
Like that movie "Touch of evil" I got the Wells, Marlene Dietrich blues
Orson walks in to the whore house and
Marlene "Man, you look like hell"
And chewing on a chocolate bar
As the lights go on in the old Blue Star
"Read my future" says old Orson, "down the tea leaves of your cup"
And she "You ain't got no future, Hank,
I believe future's all used up"

Why don't you me anymore? Why don't you touch me anymore?
Why do you run away and hide? You know it me deep inside
Why do you close the bedroom door? This is a brutal war
What good is all this fightin' for if you don't me anymore?

They shot "A touch of evil" in a Venice, California
And I grew those dead canals
Where filmed the longest pan shot ever made
Now I'm thinking about the movie, the bar I'm in, the bridge, the Rio
Now I'm thinking about my baby and the 'tween a woman and a man
I was drunk as Orson Wells the night I crawled backwards out the
I was screaming "Baby, baby how come you me anymore?"

Oh, someone rolled the credits on years of love turned dark and raw
Not a technicolor love film, it's a brutal document, film noir
And it's all played out on a borderline and the actors are tragically
Like a Mexican burlesque show where the characters are comic masks
Oh, love and love alone I cry to the barmen in this Juarez waterhole
As we a glass to Orson and "A touch of evil" livin' our souls