Lyrics
Death Trap Cadillac
Rollin’ down the highway with the wind at its back
The trees blur by the smokestacks
Cracks in the city surround
Worn apart down at the seams
Like a pair of old blue jeans
Cookie cutter cut out from a magazine
Sellin’ snake oil by the pint
Every man wears prison clothes
Jailed by the world he knows
Every man is shadow and bones
When the Maker calls him home
All aboard that midnight train
The destination is always the same
There’s no baggage that you need to claim
No forms you need to fill out
Death Trap Cadillac
Upside down in a pumpkin patch
Wheels still spin but won’t pass
Crows in the country surround
Summer spent in the fray
December fails not far away
A week into a month of play
Takes an hour to tear it all down
Every man wears prison clothes
Jailed by the world he knows
Every man is shadow and bones
When the Maker calls him home