Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 118 · middle
Bloody Mary
VOLUME V — the CURES, crawling back to life. The idiom and the song's title hook: "Bloody Mary". Its true history: France 1921 / popularized US — vodka, tomato juice, Worcestershire, hot sauce and celery; the classic brunch hair-of-the-dog. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.
Lyrics
[Intro] The sun is an absolute menace today. Pass the salt rim, please. [Verse 1] My head is a bell that they rang in the dark Left humming and skipping a beat in my heart The wreckage of midnight is painted in red And I am a phantom who rolled out of bed But there is a bottle, and there is a glass A savory potion to save me at last [Chorus] Oh, pour me a Bloody Mary The patron saint of the morning sun Mixed up in France in 1921 A little vodka and a tomato flood Worcestershire to steady the blood Hot sauce to shock the chest back to life And a celery stalk just to make it all right [Verse 2] It tastes like a garden that went on a bender A spicy red blanket, surprisingly tender I sip at the brim and the trembling slows The ice clinking softly against my own ghost We toast to the ruin, we grin at the ache And marvel at all of the damage we trace [Chorus] Oh, pour me a Bloody Mary The patron saint of the morning sun Mixed up in France in 1921 A little vodka and a tomato flood Worcestershire to steady the blood Hot sauce to shock the chest back to life And a celery stalk just to make it all right [Bridge] Hair of the dog that was biting my heels Is suddenly exactly how paradise feels It’s pepper and citrus and pure disbelief That a salted rim brings me this kind of peace [Chorus] Oh, pour me a Bloody Mary The patron saint of the morning sun Mixed up in France in 1921 A little vodka and a tomato flood Worcestershire to steady the blood Hot sauce to shock the chest back to life And a celery stalk just to make it all right [Outro] So here’s to the queen of the brunch table. The spicy red savior of Sunday. I think I might actually survive to see the afternoon. Just keep the sunglasses on a minute longer.