Ducktail Heat - Gluecifer

Got a little curl

A five-cent in a two dollar world

He was born restricted he was born to ooze

Sittin' in a seat

Cheap grin and them smelly feet

Playin' nothin but a watered out shitty blues

Got a lip but you’re goin nowhere'

Nowhere on that street

White fire — in your soul

White fire and you’re out of control

White fire baby it’s a ducktail heat

Drivin in the fast lane

With the handbrake on

Changed a pot of gold for a pot of stone

Livin in a shithouse

Where the power’s gone

You can get a dollar for that useless telephone

You got a face but you’re goin' nowhere

Nowhere on them feet

White fire — in your soul

White fire and you’re out of control

White fire baby it’s a ducktail heat