Jewellers & Bums

Check into a car wash, eat out at the Bowlmore

Go buy a rose at the movies on a train

Get married by a biker, go hang a priest

Walk tall with a dwarf and you'll find relief

Leaning strategically on a Desoto at muscle beach

A four thousand car pileup made the freeway screech

Not talking about rubber but stereos

And the loudest one drilling was for Oreos

Where was I gonna find you,

Where was I supposed to look?

In some glittering diamond in the valley,

Or in the harpoons of your opium hooks?

Standing in line renting a toothpick

There were three armed raids on the bank

And would there be a kiosk at the gates of heaven

For sinners like me and Hank?

Saturday night you were dreaming city hospital

The band set up in the morgue

And while you was doing the Dashing White Sergeant

You cut your feet on the swords

The broken down old cab out on Concrete Row

With its dead-beat drivers and ghost in tow

Took a nowhere boulevard out to the desert sun

Fired a repeating six asking anyone

Not jewellers bums barflops or nuns

Saw anything moving or anything creeping

Setting down to drinking while they're still sleeping

Whole place makes death valley look like Eden

Where was I gonna find you,

Where was I supposed to look?

In some glittering diamond in the valley,

Or in the harpoons of your opium hooks?