Mobile Estates Lyrics
1. Under The Influence 2. Better Days
(And The Bottom Drops Out...) 3. Safety Pin 4. Jalopy
Style 5. Basement Show
6. Smokescreen 7. Milky Way 8. Long
Walk 9. Skeleton Key 10. Closed For
The Weekend 11. Saltbag Spill 12. Billhilly
13. Checkout Line
under the influence
now out past the cast of boredom cards get dealt i sift and sort them
table rooftops coming down wooden nickels lost and found apple pie i?m
eating cake now coming to the table late now juke joint fights and diamond
lights immune to poision ivy snake bites batteries from start to chuck
got the outer limits voodoo luck stand by on a highball holiday served
fresh from a plastic tray i?ve been around and up and down overboard when
ship came down out of mind and sight in the strobophonic light i?m under
the influence tonight on the concrete on the glass beyond the neon green
bus pass nowhere fast is where i?m going like a crack that's slowly leaking
juice on the floor do a little less i take a little more time day to day
and eye to eye when these walls become alive the sparkle helmet spins around
midnight streak in a twist top town crystal clear through amber glasses
bad with names but worse with faces zig zag wandering on the curve transparent
mason dixon curves i've got more nerve than a tiki torch in a quiet storm
so i'm searchin for the third kind blast off and cut the cord
better days (and the bottom drops out)
in my shoes my toes are busted my kitchen says my bread is molded got
a good job at the dollar store one foot in the hole one foot gettin’ deeper
with a broken mirror and a blown out speaker i ain’t got much else to lose
i’m faded flat busted been jaded i been dusted i know that i’ve seen better
days one foot in the hole one foot gettin’ deeper crank it to eleven and
blow another speaker and i ain’t got much to lose i’ve seen better days
been the star of many plays and the bottom drops out my cup’s filled up
with five buck wine find myself here all the time another rip in the glass
another chip in my tooth rained on i’ve been stained on found another goat
i tried to put the blame on now i’m steppin on all the cracks but i guess
there ain’t no use i’m bent like glass second hand like glory missed the
bus but i’m in no hurry molasses fast no business born
safety pin
you put me down with a stick you got that safety pin grip you know
me like you know ice on a fire dust myself off with a spoon you shot your
darts at the moon and this piece didn’t tear too soon now it’s dust the
rubber burns peeling out behind the wheel and you’re looking for the holes
that I don’t have caught on underneath my heel but now i’m moving on moving
on from your safety pin inside the scoop outside the rage mothballs galore
caught in the drain your hat’s on tight like super glue you dug the pit
you stepped in it and now you’re out with the prick you’re going down without
this ship
jalopy style
there’s a spit shine avalanche headin’ one way headed toward the light
bright alley way the beard blew off the dandelion face and left a 24-karat
button in its place the chain steering wheel boomerangs from the junkyard
hard rolling but rolling on the real hard turf or for what it’s worth another
dent for another tent so i’m going down jalopy style if i’m going down
i roll the fur dice playing with the lowlife i travel light i travel proud
and when i rock the box i rock the box loud bumping and rolling no stopping
for red now wheeling and dealing just stretching the bread now i’m hatchin'
the gold mine spreading the fever take it all over jalopy style got the
rumble seat bleach with the ruckus on ready givin' him the finger with
a beep like jerry takin' the trip hit bricks with the sticks on the macrame
heyday seven mile itch the whitewalls hit the deck from bionic on the low-fi
jeep beat sonic turf for what it’s worth I'm fixing this mix up from bumper
to beat kalaka my way down on nickel bag street just rollin' on
basement show
this is the place you face the music i demonstrate an altered state
with the blacklight shining on the boombox i rush the show to the underground
spot from p.m. to a.m. you are and i am choking on smoke below the coliseum
not soft-shoe ’cause i wear the new dance scoping the girls with the shrinky-dink
pants milk crate steady mic check one two feedback shellac about to break
on through broadcast by a radio station low downstairs at the basement
show mark the x on the party map a flying v peavy sonic attack the cops
are here if you believe the rap take a five-finger deal on the silver tap
i pull my hat down take the stairs down getting together in with the out
crowd you got the beer we got the time i’m skipping everybody in the bathroom
line robot moves on a wild rumpus standing up front where the stacks is
thumpin’ so i'm keeping it on going all night long clearing the six-foot
on the front lawn a bottleneck check your mic marinade i come late to the
masquerade to the sweatbox dirty kneesocks and i’m going through the back
when the front door’s locked
smokescreen
on the run like a bandit i'm on the loose now you eat the dust and
you taste the puppy chow this ain’t no standstill hold up captain crunch
a desperado i take you out to lunch i’ll gank your milk money honey it’s
a royal treatment no tracks out back in the wet cement a broke tooth and
a phone booth and a change of clothes ’cause everyone knows i get mean
in the smoke screen half time going on the crime scene operation down low
you call your hero but like sweetback i got no afro i'm coming dark creepin’
in your alley watch your eyes as i make a quick getaway gonna trap me slingshot
happy spider web window with a fatal blow
the milky way
long walk home
through the tin pan alley in the dead of the night riding that crazy
horse through the backyard kitchen on an a-team mission to get to the front
door what’s left behind when the sun does shine is passed out on the floor
i’m going to lay my head down before Sunday morn’ it’s a long walk home
kickin’ dirt and stones it’s a long walk home when you’re coming down easy
it’s a long walk home on the streets i roam it’s a long walk home when
you’re coming down easy with gum on my shoe nothing left to do stranded
and still awake good company is the street i seek and the trail that i
blaze when the cock crows and the warm winds blow i'll skip-to-my-lou ’til
the sky turns blue and i’m going to lay my head down before sunday morn’
make my way back over cross the milky way again
skeleton key
tight shoes stepping light bending over to go under find your seat
on the kitchen floor at first glance 20/20 take your chance maybe not with
a spruce goose on patrol from the shackle to the snap pop crackle on the
out on the inside space to fill silly rabbit just don’t have it playing
tricks for the fix and the green tea over the hill curiosity getting over
like fat cat in the hole coming five days late with a secret hand shake
and the dog’s reaching for the bone sweet tooth in candyland or the worst
case scenario who needs a skeleton key superpower on the hunt take your
box brady bunch check the cap see if you’re a winner ’cause it’s a parachute
drop coming down when it’s over to the same old swanson dinner coming in
through the back ’cause i never had the knack with that hole in my back
pocket silver dragon golden road but that fortune cookie never told it
never told you nothing
closed for the weekend
where i come from stealing’s like giving make a robin hood living eight
days out of the week at the fat lace pace i race the ease back disorderly
conduct in a catatonic state of relax in the brass knuckle turnbuckle i
drink the daydream up all night on a cloud getting even louder than before
what about it what can you do closed for the weekend speak before i drink
and drink before i speak developments arrested by speech and no action
noise complaints from the neighbors next door might as well lay off the
bell cause i won’t turn it down closed for the weekend saturday and sunday
too a two-day wait with a one-room view on the freeze for a stunt turn
on the green when monday comes
salt bag spill
you got the sideways grip i’m about to flip your backdrop dizzy spell
puttin’ dents in the padlock cold defying the laws of slingshot a white
picket fence to separate the stones you stand on before the tide comes
in on the early dawn the light bulb spins on the horn rims you blister
in the sun you’re just a salt bag spill another salt bag spill cause it’s
a green jean battle from the burlap i break your ribs and it’s full contact
vagabonds you start a war but we’re the cream of the crop and you’re the
cream of the corn crash collide and no good comeback flash in the pan like
a burnt short stack but we’ve got the butter to let your mud slide you’re
slippin’ on down for the test of time so i’m pitching my fork in mr. rourke
you get the trap door with sawdust splinters pepper in the jar gettin’
served that dinner slam you like a screen door keepin' out the terminal
condition you get the oatmeal bath you’re out of commission you’re tarred
and feathered and covered in lacquer and your head’s in a bucket that’s
ringing with laughter
billhilly
billyhilly he’s the king of the hill billhilly he hits the sour mash
swill billhilly he made it off the farm he’s kickin’ up dirt out on the
loose he- haw-ha chewin’ on roots always down on the chicken shack he’s
leavin’ for the city and he ain’t comin’ back do the do-se-do with the
off-road know-how cops a feel like he milks a cow he’s going far in the
land of steel got everybody talkin’ about the full moon swill life of the
party buck knife rowdy slappin’ his knee like laurel slapped hardy do-se-do
on a concrete lotion he put it all in motion jumpin’ the barbed wire hoppin’
the pool flintstone brakes using john deere tools like jed clampett jumped
the claim billhilly is his name he’s never meaning no harm yank out the
plug he’s strummin’ on a banjo a lot square dance hoedown rodeo and a bucket
full of rocks passing the jug and the catfish crock-pot hayseed with a
gun like a trumpet barefoot drinking from a dixie cup picking his teeth
with an old switchblade loogie to the dew can 20 feet away from the coal
mine to the combine ransack the shack and treat the girls fine day-in day-out
always looking up when he takes downtown making soo-ee sounds now everybody
on the block ain’t wearin no shoes ain’t wearin no socks got the itch for
the mountain way watchin’ old billy and his jug band play
checkout line
it’s up in the air an escalator away a comma into the phrase another
ticket to pay well i can’t see where this is going again because i’m behind
with every line that i’m in single file in the pile calgon take me away
smile on the ugly face while i wear i waste my time marinade and skip again
i’ll be doing fine in the meantime ’til the next time i’m waiting in the
checkout line liquid crystal display turning a year and a day a special
light for the blues on a big holiday well i can’t see where this is going
again because i’m dead last with every line that begins register’s on the
edge with a one-way exchange paper or plastic today while i’m checking
in at the checkout boomarang on the dime drop stop just passing by just
passing by
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