Текст песни Tailpipe Blues

Grey monoliths reach out into the starless night Strip malls, bungalows, developers' wet dream Spreads out like a virus From the city Hurry up, you move to slow, no one's got The time to wait upon you You've got no money What do you want, what do you need And more importantly What do you think you can get? You've got no money O there's a place, where there's gold Like the conquistador slaughtered for And there's rubies, hanging from the trees Laying down on the ground And there's emeralds scattered all around Tell me more, tell me more, who do you think, who do you think you are? Some kind of prophet or some kind of a priest Well you can wrap your lips around the tailpipe of my car Sometimes when I'm down, I close my eyes I don't hear a sound And I remember the places and the people I want to see again And there's a place where there's gold Like the conquistador murdered for And there's rubies hanging from the trees Laying down on the ground And there's emeralds scattered all around And the snow comes, and covers it up Without a sound Yes the snow covers it up Without a sound