Текст песни Cash - Vic Chesnutt

Do your math
Eat your clams
I always hated the L.A. Rams
Climb up on the roof
To watch the balloon
As its shadow wanders across your room
Get the Windex
And a wad of paper towels
Wishing you was Roseanne Cash and I was Rodney Crowell
Groom your trees
Prune your shrubs
Pounding pitchers in your neighborhood pubs
Conspiracy to keep me under wraps
I signed the document
Well I guess my ass is grass
Stoke a candle
Thumb through a book
Autobiography of an infamous crook