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 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
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 7 avenues can sell
fanning the drug afflicted leperizing acne
once inisde the executive
gorillas drag their victiims
snakes find grass in concrete
ventilation units where towers
soaking heat up through their feet
this was the donly 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