Egyptian Cowboy


Strange raves on a Detroit beach
I was reaching for the rhythm but it’s out of reach
She was talking to the buick
She was cutting her Tequila with bleach
And she said to me:
“There’s no such thing as an Egyptian cowboy
“Your pretty hair-cut can’t help you now, boy
“There’s nothing we can do for you
“Unless you’re willing to kill!”
Hey! Come on and kill.

I think this city could have used a woman’s touch
As I’m wading through the toxic waste and such
‘Cos everybody here said I won’t amount to much
Everybody here said I won’t amount to much

While I go from point A to B I want thrills and chills and blood to spill But there’s never any people on the people who move above the Transit equivalent of Herbert Hoover
You’re never gonna get anywhere because you’re standing still Standing still

These songs don’t write themselves
I got a music workshop run by elves
Making dozens of records by the twelves
Stocking our product on Ikea shelves
Let me state my
My state of mind is just fine (State… over this line)

Baby that’s the sound of years going by
You can find me on the same bar stool just waiting to die
Three cheers to me Here’s mud in your eye
I said:
Cheers to me Here’s mud in your eye

She came to close down my tab
So I was troubled
And she took a stab
And she said to me:

“There’s no such thing as an electric tuba
“The Detroit river’s not a good place to scuba
“The only reason you’re here today is ‘cos we need you to kill!”
Yeah Kill

My songs are tasty pies
Fresh oven baked and filled with lies
Gobbled up by the dozen by Neanderthal guys
Inhaling the aroma of Canadian ryes
Oh My My, You’ve got quite a few girl problems don’t you
(My… over the line

Shake that tambourine!
Shake that shakin’ machine!
Shake it low! Shake it high! Shake it! Shake it! [??]

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