Tonight they're closing up the world

N' sweeping smoke from cigarettes

And what is that funky multi-national

Anthem rocking from a thousand

King Kong cassette decks

Then this shyboy from Missouri

Boots blown off in a '60s war

Riding aluminium crutches

Now he knows the welfare kindness n'

Agent Orange color blindness

As he works from door to door

The violence in the carpets

The arrows of his wife

Drives the slum-bum dweller

To grind his hunting knife

In homesteads of cigar box-radios

Hive like bees

The body in the ice

Box has no date for freeeeeze



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In a car jam



Selling is what selling sells

But only saints of the 7 avenues can sell

The hells

Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing zone

Once inisde the executive

it never leaves his home

Gorillas drag their victims

Hyenas try to sue

Snakes find grass in concrete

There is no city zoo

Ventilation units where towers

Meet the streets

The ragged stand in bags

Soaking heat up through their feet

This was the only kindness

And it was accidental too



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Now shaking single engined planes

Traffik-king stereos from Cuba

Buzzed the holy zealot mass



And drowned out Missa Luba

And drowned out Missa Luba



I thought I saw Lauren Bacall

I thought I saw Lauren Bacall

I swear

Hey fellas

Lauren Bacall

In a car jam

Yeah I don't believe it

In a car jam

are you positively absolutely?



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