Car Jamming

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 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 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