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 (in a car jam)
Drives the slum-bum dweller, to grind his hunting knife (in a car jam)
In homesteads of cigar box-radios hive like bees (in a car jam)
The body in the ice box has no date for freeeeeze (in a car jam)
In a car jam
Selling is what selling sells
But only saints of the seven avenues can sell the seven hells
Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing zone
Once inisde the executive
It never leaves his home
Gorillas drag their victims hyenas try to sue (in a car jam)
Snakes find grass in concrete there is no city zoo (in a car jam)
Ventilation units where towers meet the streets (in a car jam)
The ragged stand in bags soaking heat up through their feet (in a car jam)
This was the only kindness
And it was accidental too
In a car jam
In a car jam
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
And drowned out Missa Luba
And drowned out Missa Luba
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall (in a car jam)
I swear, hey fellas
Hey fellas, Lauren Bacall (in a car jam)
In a car jam
Yeah, I don't believe it
In a car jam
Are you positively absolutely?
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
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