Never to Be Found

We got road, we got time

So we're out of here

We got rows, we got rows

As far as we can seeIn the dust we can see your catastrophe

Shining dimly like a mudslick in the sun

Sparks fly from their eyes, birds fly from their mouths

Echoing off this procession is a sound, never to be foundWith a tip of the hat we would exit here

Off you go with a pie on your face

Down the road we can see the electric chair

Who'll be the first? I don't know, it's a raceWith a drop of the fly we should exit here

Off you go with the crumbs on your face

One-eyed clown in the road with electric hair

At his best he's a total disgrace