Skinned your wheels and laid down flat
Waited by the mail
Sat and stewed seems like all the time these days
Lather in your eyes

Spilling for the camera
Like a sunday hangs
Another clothesline car door raining
Dollar bills
Like a sunday hangs

Spent and in the crossfire
Lying under it
Kept around to peel the sunburn off your back
Lather in your eyes