Hot Wax Songtext

It takes a backwash medecine to backwash soulLike a frying pan when the fire's goneDriving my pig while the bear's taking pictures in the grassAnd my radio's smashedAnd I like pianos in the evening sunDragging my heals 'til my day is doneSaturday night in the Captain's clothesTin horns blowing iwth my jewelry frosYo soy un disco cabrado (I'm a broken record)Yo tengo chicle en cerabo (I have bubblegum in my brain)I can't believe my way back whenMy Cadillac pants going much to fastKaraoke weekend at the suicide shackCommunity service and I'm still the mackShocked my finger spicing my handI been spreading disease all across the landBeautiful air-conditioned sitting in the kitchenWishing I was living like a hit manFace down in the guaranteesJaundiced marshalls getting busy with easeBecause I get down I get downI get down all the wayYo soy un disco cabrado (I'm a broken record)Yo tengo chicle en cerabo (I have bubblegum in my brain)Sawdust songs of the plaid bartendersWestern Unions of the country westernsSilver foxes looking for romanceIn the chain smoke Kansas flashdance ass pantsAnd you got the hotwax residuesYou never lose in your razor blade shoesStealing pesos out of my brainHazard signs down the Alamo lanesRadar systems using the soulsYou never get caught with the wax so rottenAll my days I got the grizzly wordsHijacked flavors that I'm flipping like birdsYo soy un disco cabrado (I'm a broken record)Yo tengo chicle en cerabo (I have bubblegum in my brain)who are you?I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythmwhy did you come here?I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe