Rattlesnake

Let's go hang out in a mall
Or a morgue
A smorgasbord
Let's go hang out in a church
We'll go find lurch
Then we'll haul ass down through the abbey
Is it ?
Is it fame?
What's in a name?
Shame
Is it?
Is it fame?
Or were they always this lame

It's a crazy crazy mixed up town
But it's the rattlesnake i fear
In another place
In another time
I'd be driving trucks
My dear
I'd be skinning hunted deer

Let's go hang out in a bar
It's not too far
We'll take my car
We'll lay flowers at the grave of jesco white
(the sinner's saint)
The rack is full
And so are we
Of laughing gas
And ennui