Track four on Here Come The Bags!.

Lyrics

Let’s give our thanks today
To the big machine we must obey
And the marching band that never goes away
Ah

They say your soul’s worth saving
And trick you into misbehaving
? that you say
Ah

Used car, All-American blowout
[Blowout]
Used car, All-American blowout
[Blowout]
Used car, All-American blowout
[Blowout]

I’m losing my grip on you
My fingers you’ll surely slip through
I’m losing my grip on you
Lover tonight, ah
It’s the furthest I’ve ever ever been
From the blood sport that I cannot win
So open your doors and lend me your next of kin
Ah
Because I want in
Because I want in
Because I want in
Because I want in
Ah!

Clean jeans, Saudi Arabian, love triangle
Clean jeans, Saudi Arabian, love triangle
Clean jeans, Saudi Arabian, love triangle
Come on!
All y’all hypnotised by money
All y’all hypnotised by money
All y’all hypnotised by money
Hey!