Carpets and Carousels

People drive like slugs
When you're running late
And you despise the world
Maybe it's your life you hate
The abettor of the crime
Took the bus to Anaheim
Saying: 'If I die I'll sue you"
Roll out the Quaker gun
That crushed the farmer's son
We're stuck in a carousel
And it's a graceless hell
Little miss love to lie
Cracked her back and died
I'll remember you
But what good will it do
Sometimes I forget her
And her forgiving scent
Where crowds come to gather,
It's a sundown town
With this agitpropaganda
That the priests adore
Sparkle your dreams with coriander
But it'll cost you more
And you'll want more
And you'll want more
And you'll want more
Yeah
And you'll want more
Lying on your back
On the railroad tracks