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Shamino posted...

I've never heard any of these songs. I suspect they are from the 90's on.

Lol. The one I posted in #14 is from 1936.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRyLsMv2clU

I will find you:
Below black pastures of the seas in roiled, dead debris of dreams.
I will find you:
above the bleached and breaking skies where angels masturbate and cry.
I will find you:
Behind the trite atrocities and little pestilential blights
that verge to obfuscate the pleas I use to verify your life.
Through the ashes. Through the flames. Through the playgrounds of the plagues.
With blackened tongue. and poker face. With yellow song. And sleazy grace.
Through stained conscience. Deceiving guilt.
With feigned science and massive will, will I find you.

I will find you:
Inside the pissant little jobs where my brief time is whored and robbed.
I will find you.
Inside the nighttime TV screen when all truth morphs into a scheme.
I will find you.
With my shiny hard control that serves to navigate that hole,
that serves to navigate that c**t that tells the hunters where to troll.
Through the mission of the missile, through the stagnant, skeletal sperm.
Through the bottom of the bottle, through the wisdom of the worm.
Through the convoluted heart, to its dessicated core,
through the pulsing inner ordure, glowing, seething at the source
of the viscera and turmoil, of the turbulence and gall,
from the vessel's deepest regions, from the fundament I call;
from the fragile architecture of our tragic machinations
for the luminous director of our gory copulations.
A humiliating mantra, yes, but I cannot disguise
the viral quagmire of my hatred and fecal tunnels of my lies:
I will find you.

I will find you:
For the holiest of chores is, was, and always will be war.
I will find you:
Upon the entrailed battle field, where your name was first revealed.
I will find you:
Beneath the bloody, spongy trees, beneath their gnarled, arthritic roots,
among the earwigs and the maggots and the moaning mandrake shoots.
Through honey hives and larval apples where the networks come undone,
to the smiles of knives and scalpels, steel urethras of the guns.
From expulsion from the garden--go forth and multiply the carnage:
A bloody exodus is trodden through red grass into the furnace.
Through holocausts and genocides; mass murders, rampant suicides;
extermination, immolation, constant executions, fusillades.
Through bombings, burnings, butchery;
through lootings, lynchings, shooting sprees,
through wholesale slaughter, massacres: the agony. The apathy.
The screaming mouths of mothers name the infants that they lost
but when I name you will I know you when you're my neighbor on the cross:
Will I find you? Will I find you? Will I find you? Will I find you? I will find you.

Comin' out of my cage and I've been doin' just fine.

OmniNakago posted...

Comin' out of my cage and I've been doin' just fine.

Now they're going to bed, and my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head, but she's touching his dick

It's like the way a pig will eat its own shit
I stay committed
To every lie I've ever written
No matter if it makes sense
Accepting the absurd
Has become second nature

I've been searching for the ultimate crime
Infinite victims infinitesimal time

Gold Coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright
Hear him whip the women just around midnight

Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time
And turning all against the one is an art that's hard to teach
Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you step back into line a mob jumps to their feet

Gnter glieben glauchen globen

I come fresh from the street, fast on my feet
Kinda crass and corny
Not much meat on my bones and a whole lot alone
And more than a little bit horny
The old six string was all I had
To keep my belly still
And for each full hour lesson I gave
I got a crisp ten dollar bill

You take a mortal man
And put him in control
Watch him become a God
Watch people's heads a-roll

A-roll
A-roll

Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes
Swaying to the symphony of destruction

Acting like a robot
Its metal brain corrodes
You try to take its pulse
Before the head explodes

Explodes
Explodes
Oh, God

Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes
Swaying to the symphony

Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes
Swaying to the symphony
Swaying to the symphony of destruction

The Earth starts to rumble
World powers fall
A warring for the heavens
A peaceful man stands tall

A-tall
A-tall

Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes
Swaying to the symphony

Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes
Swaying to the symphony
Swaying to the symphony of destruction

I want to start a new life
With my valuable hunting knife

Ain't no hangman gonna
put a rope around me.
You better believe.

As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain
But that's just perfect for an Amish like me
You know, I shun fancy things like electricity
At 4:30 in the morning, I'm milkin' cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows, fool
And I've been milkin' and plowin' so long that
Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
I'm a man of the land, I'm into discipline
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all of my chores, and you finish thine
Then tonight, we're gonna party like it's 1699
We been spending most our lives
Livin' in an Amish paradise
I churned butter once or twice
Livin' in an Amish paradise
It's hard work and sacrifice
Livin' in an Amish paradise
We sell quilts at discount price
Livin' in an Amish paradise

Into the abyss I'll fall, the eye of Horus
Into the eyes of the night, watching me go
Green is the cat's eye that glows in this temple
Enter the risen Osiris, risen again

Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
I don't wanna die, I'm a god
Why can't I live on?
When the life giver dies, all around is laid waste
And in my last hour I'm a slave to the power of death

When I was living this lie, fear was my game
People would worship and fall, drop to their knees
So bring me the blood and red wine
For the one to succeed me
For He is a man and a God, and He will die too

Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
I don't wanna die, I'm a god
Why can't I live on?
When the life giver dies, all around is laid waste
And in my last hour, I'm a slave to the power of death

Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins
Silent the terror that reigned, marbled in stone
A shell of a man, god preserved for a thousand ages
But open the gates of my hell
I'll strike from the grave

Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
I don't wanna die, I'm a god
Why can't I live on?
When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid waste
And in my last hour I'm a slave to the power of death

Slave to the power of death
Slave to the power of death

Like Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell
You like Mario Andretti 'cause he always drives his car well

I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of SoHo in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho [....]
Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein

Ah-hoo, werewolves of London
Ah-hoo
Ah-hoo, werewolves of London
Ah-hoo

You hear him howlin' around your kitchen door
You better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again

Ah-hoo, werewolves of London
Ah-hoo
Ah-hoo, werewolves of London
Ah-hoo, huh

He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amok in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
You better stay away from him, he'll rip your lungs out, Jim
Huh, I'd like to meet his tailor

Ah-hoo, werewolves of London
Ah-hoo
Ah-hoo, werewolves of London
Ah-hoo

Well, I saw Lon Chaney walkin' with the Queen
Doin' the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney Jr. walkin' with the Queen, uh
Doin' the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinkin' a pia colada at Trader Vic's
And his hair was perfect

Ah-hoo, werewolves of London
Huh, draw blood
Ah-hoo, werewolves of London

What a splendid pie
Pizza pizza pie
Every minute every second buy buy buy buy buy

Pepperoni and green peppers, mushrooms, olive, chives
Pepperoni and green peppers, mushrooms, olive, chives

Fall fires burning neath black twisted boughs
Sacrifice - to above
Smoke swirling quickly towards misting clouds
Offering - of this blood
Into the flames and without shame - consumed with howls and screams
Pumpkins grin - in their despair - on all - hallows eve - hallows eve

Cruel be the wind as it quells my words
I shout out - to the rain
Incantations Ive so hope you've heard - that you - live again
From deep earth brings forth rebirth witness but I shan't believe
From below a chilling glow - on all - hallows eve - hallows eve

Be spider webbed and glazed in frost
She wears death - beautifully
More stunning now - than in her life - on a bed - of autumn leaves
Into her eyes and quite surprised I whispered dont you leave
Sing macabre songs and well dance til dawn - on all hallows eve
Hallows eve

Saint lucifer hear me praying to thee - on this eve - of all saints
High be the price but then nothing is free - my soul Ill - gladly trade

Ahhh - hallows eve - ahhh - hallows eve

Cold is the night in so many ways
Luna round - full and bright
Deep be the mud on the fresh dug graves
On yours - I recite - an ancient spell I know so well success is guaranteed
Ill bring you back from where you've gone
On all - hallows eve - hallows eve

Saint Lucifer hear me praying to thee - on this eve - of all saints
High be the price but then nothing is free - my soul Ill - gladly trade

Ahhh - hallows eve - ahhh - hallows eve
Ahhh - hallows eve - ahhh - hallows eve

With scandal and shame they slandered his name
They told him to freeze, they damned him to roast
Disappointed that he passed away peacefully
Never dying to be a mischievous ghost

A well a everybody's heard about the bird
B-b-b bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, b-bird's the word

A well a don't you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!
A well a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A well a

A well a everybody's heard about the bird
Bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A well a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word

A well a don't you know about the bird?
Well, everybody's talking about the bird!
A well a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A well a bird

Surfin' bird
B-b-b aah, aah!
Pa pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa
Pa pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa
Ooma mow mow, papa, ooma mow mow

Papa ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Oom oom oom oom, ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, papa oom oom oom
Oom ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa a mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, ooma mow mow
Papa oom oom oom oom, ooma mow mow
Oom oom oom oom, ooma mow mow
Ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, ooma mow mow

Well a don't you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!
A well a bird, bird, b-bird's the word

A well a ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow

"Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Keep on loving, keep on fighting
And hold on, and hold on
Hold on for your life"

I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die

I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or a dream
Deep down inside I feel the scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there's not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, wake me

Back in the womb it's much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, wake me

Now the world is gone, I'm just one
Oh God, help me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell

Is it getting better?
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now?
You got someone to blame
You say, one love, one life
When it's one need in the night
One love, we get to share it
Leaves you baby if you don't care for it
Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's too late tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one but we're not the same
We get to carry each other, carry each other
One!
Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus?
To the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much? More than a lot
You gave me nothin' now it's all I got
We're one but we're not the same
Well we hurt each other then we do it again
You say love is a temple, love a higher law
Love is a temple, love the higher law
You ask me to enter but then you make me crawl
And I can't be holdin' on to what you got
When all you got is hurt
One love, one blood
One life, you got to do what you should
One life, with each other
Sisters, brothers
One life but we're not the same
We get to carry each other, carry each other
One
One

Dont look down
Im standing on the edge
But I wont let you see
Whats inside my head
Id rather drown
Than drag you in the storm
So I keep it all quiet
And weather the war

Dont ask why
Ill say Im okay
But Im breaking more
Every single day
I dont want you to hurt
Dont want you to see
This shadow I fight
When I cant even breathe

Before I close my eyes I fantasize Im Living well
When I awake I realize Im just a prisoner in hell

I'm falling down I'm staggering
I'm here and then I'm gone
And if you try to find me
I'm nowhere to be found
I'm in somebody's shadow
In someone else's dream
I'm in your girlfriend's mind
As funny as it seems

Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit
It was now mid-August
Which meant he had been separated from Marsha for more than two months
Two months, all he had to show was three dog-eared letters
And two very expensive long-distance phone calls
True, when school had ended and she'd returned to Wisconsin
And he to Locust, Pennsylvania
She had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity
She would date occasionally, but merely as amusement
She would remain faithful
But lately Waldo had begun to worry
He had trouble sleeping at night
And when he did, he had horrible dreams
He lay awake at night
Tossing and turning underneath his pleated quilt protector
Tears welling in his eyes as he pictured Marsha
Her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothings of some neanderthal
Finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion
It was more than the human mind could bear
Visions of Marsha's faithlessness haunted him
Daytime fantasies of sexual abandon permeated his thoughts
And the thing was, they wouldn't understand how she really was
He, Waldo, alone understood this
He had intuitively grasped every nook and cranny of her psyche
He had made her smile
She needed him, and he wasn't there
The idea came to him on the Thursday
Before the Mummers' Parade was scheduled to appear
He'd just finished mowing and edging the Edelsons' lawn for a dollar 1, 50
And had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from Marsha
There was nothing but a circular from the Amalgamated Aluminum Company of America
Inquiring into his awning needs
At least they cared enough to write
It was a New York company, you could go anywhere in the mails
Then it struck him
He didn't have enough money to go to Wisconsin in the accepted fashion
True, but why not mail himself?
It was absurdly simple
He would ship himself parcel post, special delivery
The next day, Waldo went to the supermarket to purchase the necessary equipment
He bought masking tape, a staple gun and a medium-sized cardboard box
Just right for a person of his build
He judged that with a minimum of jostling he could ride quite comfortably
A few air holes, some water, perhaps some midnight snacks
And it would probably be as good as going tourist
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set
He was thoroughly packed and the post office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock
He'd marked the package "Fragile", and as he sat curled up inside
Resting on the foam rubber cushioning he'd thoughtfully included
He tried to picture the look of awe and happiness on Marsha's face
As she opened her door, saw the package, tipped the deliverer
And then opened it to see her Waldo finally there in person
She would kiss him, and then maybe they could see a movie
If he'd only thought of this before
Suddenly rough hands gripped his package and he felt himself borne up
He landed with a thud in a truck and was off
Marsha Bronson had just finished setting her hair
It had been a very rough weekend
She had to remember not to drink like that
Bill had been nice about it though
After it was over he'd said he still respected her
And, after all, it was certainly the way of nature
And even though, no, he didn't love her
He did feel an affection for her
And after all, they were grown adults
Oh, what Bill could teach Waldo, but that seemed many years ago
Sheila Klein, her very, very best friend
Walked in through the porch screen door and into the kitchen
Oh God, it's absolutely maudlin outside"
Ah, I know what you mean, I feel all icky"
Marsha tightened the belt on her cotton robe with the silk outer edge
Sheila ran her finger over some salt grains on the kitchen table
Licked her finger and made a face
"I'm supposed to be taking these salt pills, but"
She wrinkled her nose, "They make me feel like throwing up"
Marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an exercise she'd seen on television
"God, don't even talk about that"
She got up from the table and went to the sink
Where she picked up a bottle of pink and blue vitamins
"Want one? Supposed to be better than steak"
And then attempted to touch her knees
"I don't think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again"
She gave up and sat down
This time nearer the small table that supported the telephone
"Maybe Bill'll call, " she said to Sheila's glance
Sheila nibbled on a cuticle
"After last night, I thought maybe you'd be through with him"
"I know what you mean"
"My God, he was like an octopus, hands all over the place"
She gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense
"The thing is, after a while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know
And after all I didn't really do anything Friday and Saturday, so I kind of owed it to him
You know what I mean"
She started to scratch
Sheila was giggling with her hand over her mouth
"I'll tell you, I felt the same way
And even after a while, " here she bent forward in a whisper
"I wanted to"
Now she was laughing very loudly
It was at this point that Mr. Jameson of the Clarence Darrow Post Office
Rang the doorbell of the large stucco-colored frame house
When Marsha Bronson opened the door, he helped her carry the package in
He had his yellow and his green slips of paper signed
And left with a 15 cent tip that Marsha had gotten out of
Her mother's small beige pocketbook in the den
"What do you think it is?" Sheila asked
Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back
She stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living room
"I don't know"
Inside the package, Waldo quivered with excitement as he listened to the muffled voices
Sheila ran her fingernail over the masking tape that ran down the center of the carton
"Why don't you look at the return address and see who it's from?"
Waldo felt his heart beating
He could feel the vibrating footsteps
It would be soon
Marsha walked around the carton and read the ink-scratched label
"Ah, God, it's from Waldo!
That schmuck, " said Sheila
Waldo trembled with expectation
"Well, you might as well open it, " said Sheila
Both of them tried to lift the staple flap
"Ah sst, " said Marsha, groaning
"He must have nailed it shut"
They tugged on the flap again
"My God, you need a power drill to get this thing open"
They pulled again
"You can't get a grip"
They both stood still, breathing heavily
"Why don't you get a scissor?" said Sheila
Marsha ran into the kitchen, but all she could find was a little sewing scissor
Then she remembered that her father kept a collection of tools in the basement
She ran downstairs, and when she came back up
She had a large sheet metal cutter in her hand
"This is the best I could find"
She was very out of breath
"Here, you do it, I-I'm gonna die"
She sank into a large fluffy couch and exhaled noisily
Sheila tried to make a slit between the masking tape and the end of the cardboard flap
But the blade was too big and there wasn't enough room
"God damn this thing, " she said feeling very exasperated, then smiling
"I got an idea"
"What?" said Marsha
"Just watch, " said Sheila, touching her finger to her head
Inside the package, Waldo was so transfixed with excitement that he could barely breathe
His skin felt prickly from the heat
And he could feel his heart beating in his throat
It would be soon
Sheila stood quite upright and walked around to the other side of the package
Then she sank down to her knees, grasped the cutter by both handles
Took a deep breath, and plunged the long blade through the middle of the package
Through the masking tape, through the cardboard
Through the cushioning and right through the center of Waldo Jeffers' head
Which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs of red to pulsate gently in the morning sun

Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage
Someone will say, "What is lost can never be saved"
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage

I hate you, but you hate yourself too
I hate to be honest, but I'd hate to be you

All alone is all we are

Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There's people always dying, trying to keep them alive
There's bodies decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where
A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four winds blowing through her hair
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed
She caves

Junkies down in Brooklyn are going crazy
They're laughing, just like hungry dogs in the street
Policemen are hidin' behind the skirts of little girls
Their eyes have turned the color of frozen meat

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave

Catholic school girls have thrown away their mascara
They chain themselves to the axles of Big Mack trucks
The sky is filled with herds of shivering angels
The fat lady laughs, "Gentlemen, start your trucks"

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave

no, no
(Christina) no, no, no, no, no
(Come to mother) no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...
(Christina)

Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave

Joan Crawford has risen

I wanna be a human being, not a human doing

Old Red eyes is back
Red from the night before the night before
Walked into the wrong bar, walked into a door
Old Red's in town
And sitting late at night, he doesn't make a sound
Just adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown
They're only red from all the tears that I should've shed
They're only red from all the women that I could've wed
So, when you look into these eyes I hope you realize
They could never be blue
And they could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
Listen up Old Red
You never listened to a word the doctor said
He told you, "If you drank another, you'd be dead"
Old Red Eyes is back
His shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore
He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw
They're only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head
They're only red from all the things I could have done instead
So, when you look into these eyes I hope you realize
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
Blue is a street without an end
Red is the colour of my hell
Blue is a greeting from a friend
Red is the colour of farewell
Old Red, he died
And every single landlord in the district cried
An empty bottle of whiskey laying by his side
A lazy little tear running from each eye
They could never be blue
And they could never be blue
They could never be blue
And they could never be blue

I was takin' a trip out to LA
Toolin' along in my Chevrolet
Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio

Jes' as I cross the Mississippi line
I heard that highway start to whine
And I knew that left rear tire was about to go

Well the spare was flat and I got uptight
'Cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sight
So I jes' limped down the shoulder on the rim

I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
It was right in front of this little bar
A kind of a redneck lookin' joint called the Dew Drop Inn

Well I stuffed my hair up under my hat
And told the bartender that I had a flat
And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one

There was one thing I was sure proud to see
There wasn't a soul in the place 'cept for him an' me
And he just looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephone

I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn't very busy t'day
And he could have somebody there in jest 'bout ten minutes or so

He said "now you jes' stay right where yer at," and I didn't bother
Tellin' the durn fool
I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go

I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
When some guy walked in an' said "who owns this car
With the peace sign, the mag wheels, and four on the floor?"

Well he looked at me and I damn near died!
And I decided that I'd jus wait outside
So I laid a dollar on the bar and headed for the door

Jes' when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin
These five big dude come strollin' in
With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth

An' I was almost to the door when the biggest one
Said "you tip your hat to this lady, son!"
An' when I did all that hair fell out from underneath

Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night
'Specially when there was three of them and only one of me

Well they all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick
And I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quick
So I jes' reached out an' kicked ol' green-teeth right in the knee

He let out a yell that'd curl your hair
But before he could move I grabbed me a chair
And said "watch him folks 'cause he's a thoroughly dangerous man!"

"Well you may not know it, but this man's a spy
He's an undercover agent for the FBI
And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan"

He was still bent over holdin' on to his knee
But everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to me
And I laid it on thicker and heavier as I went

I said "would you believe this man has gone as far
As tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars
And he voted for George McGovern for president"

"Well he's a friend of them long-haired hippie type pinko ***s
I betcha he's even got a Commie flag
Tacked up on the wall inside of his garage!"

"He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys
He may look dumb, but that's jus a disguise
He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage!"

They all started lookin' real suspicious at him
And he jumped up an' said "now jes' wait a minute Jim!
You know he's lyin,' I've been livin' here all of my life"

"I'm a faithful follower of Brother John Burch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church
And I ain't even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife!"

Then he started sayin' somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed
But I didn't wait around to hear the rest
I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck

And when I hit the ground I was makin' tracks
And they were jes' takin' my car down off the jacks
So I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up

Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud
Of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd
Comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot

An' I guess I shoulda gone ahead an' run
But somehow I couldn't resist the fun
Of chasin' them jes' once around the parkin' lot

Well they're headin' for their car but I hit the gas
And spun around and headed them off at the pass
Well I was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air

Well I had them all out there steppin' an' a fetchin'
Like their heads were on fire and their asses was catchin'
But I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there

When I hit the road I was really wheelin'
Had gravel flyin' and rubber squeelin'
An' I didn't slow down 'til I was almost to Arkansas

I think I'm gonna re-route my trip
I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
If I went to LA via Omaha!

As the reasons for the carnage cut
Their meat and lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine
And feed it with our babies

Jesus said in Heaven
There's not that much to do