Never To Be Found - Meat Puppets

We got road, we got time, so we’re out of here

We got rows, we got rows as far as we see

In 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 found

With 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 first?

I don’t know, it’s a race

Sparks fly from their eyes

Birds fly from their mouths

Echoing off this procession is a sound

Never to be found

With 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

Sparks fly from their eyes

Birds fly from their mouths

Echoing off this procession is a sound

Never to be found