Tailpipe Blues Songtext / Lyric

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