"Straight Six" lyrics

Dull powder blue paint job
Earl Scheib special
Dashboard full of talismans to try and push fate
Rabbit skull hanging from the rear-view
Six kicking cylinders lined up straight

And I ride
And I glide down the streets of this city
All night, uptight
Jenny's on the cellular, high as a kite

There's a crack in the windshield eighteen inches long
Evaporating snow forming crystals on the chrome
Brand new battery I shoplifted from the Pep Boys
Cold cranking power to bring me on home

And I ride
And I glide down the streets of this city
All night, uptight
Jenny's on the cellular, high as a kite

Sometimes the moon shines like a beacon to the weary and the sick in spirit
And sometimes, sometimes it's dark