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... I see these boys with their old cars jerked up
on a pulley out under a tree somewhere.
I see the cars looking like monster-beasts
that have their boys' heads bit off
and half of their bodies already eaten up.
I see them lying flat on their backs
with their heads up under cars,
nothing but their feet a-sticking out,
their hands mucking around in grease and gears.
And I think, buddy, that's how America's got you,
that's just the view you have of this country.
You've had your head eat off,
or else you're flat on your back
looking up into the guts and gears of America,
up to your elbows in her moving parts,
flat on your back, always looking up.
And I think to myself
I'd like to open your heads
just like you raise the hood or go into a gearbox.
I'd like to re-wire your heads
and gap your spark plugs and re-set your timing.
Because you can get off your back
you can...