DE
We got road, we got time, so we're out of here
DE
We got rows, we got rows as far as we can see
DE
In the dust we can see your catastrophe
DE
Shining dimly like a mudslick in the sun
AG
Sparks fly from their eyes
AG
Birds fly from their mouths
FA
Echoing off this procession is a sound
FA
Never to be found
DE
With a tip of the hat we would exit here
DE
Off you go with a pie on your face
DE
Down the road we can see the electric chair
DE
Who'll be the first? I don't know, it's a race.
AG
Sparks fly from their eyes
AG
Birds fly from their mouths
FA
Echoing off this procession is a sound
FA
Never to be found
DE
With a drop of the fly we should exit here
DE
Off you go with the crumbs on your face
DE
One-eyed clown in the road with electric hair
DE
At his best he's a total disgrace