"Car Jamming" Lyrics

Tonight they're closing up the world
They're sweeping smoke from cigarettes
But what is that funk multi-national anthem
Rocking from a thousand
King Kong cassette decks

Then a shy boy from Missouri
Boots blown off in a '60s war
Riding aluminum crutches
Now he knows the welfare kindness n'
Agent Orange color blindness
As we works from door to door

The violence in the carpets
The mirror of his wife
(In the car jam)
Drives the slum-bum dweller
To grind his hunting knife
(In the car jam)

In homesteads of cigar box-radios
Hive like bees
(In the car jam)
The body in the ice
Box has no date for freeeeeze
(In the car jam)

In a car jam

Selling is what selling sells
But only saints of the 7th Avenue
Can sell the seven hells

Fanning the drug afflicted
leperizing zone
Once inisde the executive
He never leaves his home, no

Gorillas drag their victiims
Hyenas try to sue
(In the car jam)
Snakes find grass in concrete
There is no city zoo
(In the car jam)
By ventilation units where towers
Meet the streets
(In the car jam)
The ragged stand in bags
Soaking heat up through their feet
(in the car jam)

This was the only kindness
And it was accidental too

In the car jam
In the car jam

Now shaking single engined planes
Trafficking stereos from Cuba
Buzzed the holy zealot mass

An' drowned out Missa Luba
An' drowned out Missa Luba
An' 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

Yeah I don't believe it
In a car jam
Ah yeah positively absolutely

In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam