Eighteen Wheels

City is Hell, by Andy Hunt

Well the city is hell

And the mayor is Satan

He's playing poker with fate

And he's cheating

From the secret handshake

To the backroom meeting

The card up his sleeve

Will only sweeten

And while you prayed to God

and Paid your taxes

They were hoarding champagne

And sharpening axes

It's a steel driven world, my friend

Why'd you show up with a fountain pen?

You've got one foot on the parapet

But the other one is over the edge

And they'll dangle that carrot

Till you squawk like a parrot

Or roll over and play dead like a dog

You'll gladly sacrifice your life

For a gold watch and a wife

And a little corner to call home

Where the burned out churches

And the boarded up stores

And little wooden Indians

Are humping nickel-plated whores

There's no refuge in religion

There's no shelter from the storm

And making friends with the Devil is the only way of keeping warm

You've got one foot on the parapet

But the other one is over the edge

Your teeth will dangle from your mouth

When the money's all gone

You'll be too weak to start the engine

Too deaf to sing the song

And your old friend the Devil

Look around he'll be gone

Fresher blood and greener pastures

Where the will to live is strong

And there's no heaven and no hell

When you're six feet underneath

And the state will take your hair

And Feds will get your teethAt least you thought your soul

Would be resting there in peace

But you've forgotten that ou sold it

To be six feet underneath

When the relatives have gone

And the hearse pulls away

There's a granite stone with an epithet that will say

You've got one foot on the parapet

But the other one is over the edge