"UNDER THE HOOD" [2016]


You got all kinds of time

To spend another man's dimes

On disappointment

It seems your city didn’t want you

And neither did mine

I think that’s sayin’ some’n'

“Here, boy, have a cigar

And hop in my car

To the studio”

Then you ride, just the two of you

He takes you for a fool

With no clue, though

 

Did your Momma teach you

Did your Momma teach you no good?

You bought a truck before you thought to look

Under the hood

 

You’re the Perfect False Prophet

Small hands in big pockets

Just to cheat a few

But the Street Rat deep in you

Is a cheap-seat in a venue

Nobody goes to

So help yourself to first class

And kiss all kinds of ass

To win the World now

But when the Big Banks come callin’

They’ll catch you a-fallin’

With your pants down

 

Did your Momma teach you

Did your Momma teach you no good?

You bought a truck before you thought to look

Under the hood

 

Mister Man-Child is gettin' mean again

But don't be scared

He got a beer can in his hand

And a grand master plan

To go nowhere

You say we gotta feed the bums

But brother, look at yourself!

Everything you half-make

Ends up rotting away

On a shelf

Can’t you tell?

It’s yourself!

 

‘Cause your Momma didn’t teach you

No, your Momma didn’t teach you no good

You bought a truck before you thought to look

Under the hood

I said your Momma didn’t teach you

Oh, your Momma never teach you no good

You sold your truck before you thought to look

Under the hood