Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere

Everybody seems to wonder what it’s like down here. [But] I gotta get away from this day-to-day running around – everybody knows this is nowhere.

The Last Trip To Tulsa

Well, I used to drive a cab, you know; [then] I heard a siren scream: pulled over to the corner, and I fell into a dream. There were two men eating pennies, and three young girls who cried, “The West coast is falling – I see rocks in the sky!”

Ambulance Blues

I never knew a man could tell so many lies. He had a different story for every set of eyes! How can he remember who he’s talkin’ to? ‘Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you.

T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes; ain’t got no T-Bone.

Welfare Mothers

Hard to believe that love is free, now – out on the street with the whole family, now.

Hey Hey, My My (Into The Black)

You pay for this, but they give you that.

See also: My My, Hey Hey (Out of the Blue)

Alabama

Banjos playing through the broken glass windows down in Alabama.
See the old folks tied in white ropes; hear the banjo.

Alabama

Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders
That’s breaking your back.

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I’m from a new land, [and] I come to you and see all this ruin.
What are you doing, Alabama? You got the rest of the union to help you along.
What’s going wrong?