The roads were closed opening day
By thoroughbred RCMP
I walked alone, Joe Shuster Way
Superman probably made more money than me
All the older highways got their names from God
Workflows traced to hired contract killers on call
No card I play and nothing I say would ever change minds
I'm starting to think they don't do it for the money
Now is the time for all good men (guest speaker, why'd you let the runners go?)
To come to the aid of the party (one motion to kick in and kick out of gear)
By the time the wicker had been wove (guest speaker, why'd you let the rhythm go?)
All the liquor was gone, and so we drove home, drove home
All the older highways got their names from God
Wiretaps of hired contract killers at large
No turn I take and no call I make would ever change minds
I gotta think they don't do it for the money (ha)
Oh, wandering headlight, take to a lonesome road
Oh, great wandering headlight, take to a lonesome road
And yeah, I admit it does sound a bit funny
The obituary arranged for guitar, but nobody ever says no to the money
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
