Box Car Meltin' Noise

The box car is full of noise white and black owls hoo-ing in the night midnight almost here Dice being slammed fifteen!fifteen! College yuppies talkin' loud too loud for my ears Flocks of good looking gals of all ages, golden blonde hair Big wide eyes transparent to anyone different, ignorance is not Bliss! Not in this case too many peeople boarded in the desert There goes John Dillinger with a bride and fire of flames The cowboy sits quite across the table of liquid toxicity and coffee grounds Look into the pocket new pair of seein' specs Great Luck! Observin' the crowd in this box car ramblin' from afar, yet sittin' a foot away A ghost among the fog restless in the heated square of America, fall fall America! America Rise Rise! Rise!