Tonight they're closing up the world N' sweeping smoke from cigarettes And what is that funk multi-national Anthem rocking from a thousand Then a shy boy from Missouri Boots blown off in a sixties war Now he knows the welfare kindness ' Agent Orange color blindness As we works from door to door The violence in the carpets Drives the slum-bum dweller To grind his hunting knife In homesteads of cigar box-radios Box has no date for freeeeeze
Selling is what selling sells But only saints of the seven avenues can sell Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing acne Once inside the executive Gorillas drag their victims Snakes find grass in concrete Ventilation units where towers Soaking heat up through their feet
This was the only kindness And it was accidental too
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 Ah yeah positively absolutely