C               G       C      G
Tonight they're closing up the world
C           G     C         A    G    
N' sweeping smoke from cigarettes
C   G     C  G
And what is that 
Em
Funky multi-national anthem 
F
Rocking from a thousand
G
King Kong cassette decks
C      G      C       G      
Then a shyboy from Missouri
C           G         C   A  G
Boots blown off in a '60s war
C      G  C      G                
Riding aluminium crutches
Em
Now he knows the welfare kindness n'
F
Agent Orange color blindness
G
As he works from door to door

The violence in the carpets
The mirror of his wife
Drives the slum-bum dweller
To grind his hunting knife
In homesteads of cigar box-radios
Hive like bees
The body in the ice
Box has no date for freeeeeze

C    G       C  G
In a car jam

Selling is what selling sells
But only saints of the 7 avenues can sell
The hells
Fanning the drug afflicted leperising zone
Once inside the executive
He never leaves his home
Now gorillas drag their victiims
Hyenas try to sue
Snakes find grass in concrete
There is no city zoo 
By ventilation units 
Where towers meet the streets
The ragged stand in bags soaking
Heat up through their feet

This was the only kindness
And it was accidental too

CHORUS

Now shaking single engine planes
Traffik-king stereos from Cuba
Buzzed the holy zealot mass

And drowned out Missa Luba
And drowned out Missa Luba
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I swear
Hey fellas
Lauren Bacall
In a car jam
Yeah I don't believe it
In a car jam
Ah yeah positively absolutely