"Universal Thump" lyrics

Modern man no longer works at what cannot be abbreviated
Great writers steal, but don't get cute
There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto
Great writers steal, but don't get cute

Paris, Texas, I ain't flexing, I'm too old for that
I just pulled a muscle, thinking 'bout you, too hard on the couch
That's the universal thump
Banging like a conga drum

He spends his evenings at the pool hall, crucified by them damn Pall Malls
The Lord Byron of Dixie
Don't you fret, the propaganda, will still be there in the morning
Howling infinite doom

Over yonder, is my favorite river, stubborn as the mule
By way of Dublin, fossils bubbling, a mystic breed of fuel
That's the universal thump
Banging like a conga drum
That's the universal thump
Banging like a song drum