Tonight they're closing up the world N'sweeping smoke from cigarettes And what is that Funky multi-national anthem rocking from a thousand King Kong cassette decks And then a shyboy from Missouri Boots blown off in a sixties war Riding aluminium crutches Now he knows the welfare kindness Agent Orange color-blindness As we works from door to door The violence in the carpets The arrow of his wife (in a car jam) Drives the slum-bum dweller To grind his hunting knife (in a car jam) In homesteads of cigar box The radios hive like bees The body in the icebox Has no date for freeze (in a car jam) (In a car jam) Selling is what selling sells But only saints on the seven avenues Can sell the seven hells Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing sword Once inisde, the executive He never leaves his home Now, gorillas drag their victims Hyenas try to sue (in a car jam) Snakes find grass in concrete There is no city zoo (in a car jam) By ventilation units Where towers meet the streets (in a car jam) The ragged stand in bags soaking heat up through their feet (in the car jam This was the only kindness, and it was accidental too (In a car jam) (In a car jam) Now shaking single-engined planes trafficking stereos from Cuba Buzzed the holy zealot mass and drowned out Missa Luba And drowned out Missa Luba And drowned out Missa Luba And drowned out Missa Luba I thought I saw Lauren Bacall, I thought I saw Lauren Bacall (in a car jam) Hey fellas, hey fellas Lauren Bacall (in a car jam) In a car jam Yeah, I don't believe it In a car jam Ah, yeah, positively-absolutely (In a car jam) (In a car jam) (In a car jam) (In a car jam) (In a car jam) (In a car jam)