What a piece of junk
When he speaks his mind
What a pile of junk
And it's moving baby a***og
Pacific wind with her last breath
Is asking for a rest
But she's all go
All the houses lean together
They're blinkered from the morning sun
Earth movers at the edge of town
They're looking down
Moving earth around
When he speaks his mind
What a pile of junk
And it's moving baby a***og
Pacific wind with her last breath
Is asking for a rest
But she's all go
All the houses lean together
They're blinkered from the morning sun
Earth movers at the edge of town
They're looking down
Moving earth around