We were laughing about the state of the car That we called rusty The seats were so dusty And something stank We were trying to guess how far We’d get...
A silver haired woman furiously sweeps away the dust on her porch, the sheets on the washing line wave like a sail, the dust blows back into her face...
She said grace To save face He said a prayer And put another layer On the lies The Preacher knew the score He thought about a Sermon Called the devil...