Mat d. and the Profane Saints: Music

Out of State Cash

(Mat d. and the Profane Saints)

I found a tin foil ashtray spilled out on the freeway
scattering the ashes of a venerated heathen out of mudville
I've got an emblem on my windsheild whiskey for my baby and
an incomplete collection of a country legend toking on a Marlboro
another truck stop grease pit murder at the shit and split
headlines from the future just keep jamming up the radio to haunt me
I've got her picture in the glove box panties in the console and a page torn
from bible plastered somewhere on the powder blue upholstery

I need a lover at the end of the day
a little cutie with her feet on the dash
I've got a-half-a-tank of ethyl left to get me thru the weekend
and a pocketful of out of state cash

My face is burning from the fall-out nuclear reactor bringing power
to the masses but it's burning like a Sunday morning cocktail
I've got a bullet in my windsheild whiskey for my baby and an
incomplete collection of a country legend buried down in Nashville
another truck stop grease pit murder at the shit and split
headlines from the future just keep jamming up the radio to haunt me
I've got her picture in the glove box panties in the console and a page torn
from bible plastered somewhere on the powder blue upholstery

I need a lover at the end of the day
a little cutie with her feet on the dash
I've got a-half-a-tank of ethyl left to get me thru the weekend
and a pocketful of out of state cash
I need a lover at the end of the day
a little cutie with her feet on the dash
I've got a-half-a-tank of ethyl left to get me thru the weekend
and a pocketful of out of state cash
yeah, a pocketful of out of state cash