United Steel Workers Of Montreal - 77 87

Busted truck out of Kaladar
Radio crackles on without me
Rod Busted ride
Cops like flies and a broken bottle dropped
Corina in the seat beside
With her head back out the window
And the wind busting through her long curly hair
Break’n down the pretentious thin man’s legs
Break ‘em down, break ‘em down

My time is flying
My time is flying
My time is flying
From here [ho hooo]

Daluca smokes the football grift
By the light of his Ford dash
The smoke it drifts
Boot leg beer and the boys under the hood
Flashing yellow lights bring on the springtime

My time is flying
My time is flying
My time is flying
From here [ho hooo]

Like grease from a seized nipple
Like geese on goose grease
Like babies on acid
Why’s the cradle drippin’…. Ma

My time is flying
My time is flying
My time is flying
From here [ho hooo]