Cash Songtext / Lyric

Do your math!

Eat your clams!

I always hated the L.A. Rams.

Climb up on the roof,

[To watch the police?]

As a shadow wanders across your room.

[Get the wind back?]

[I want a paper towel?]

Wishing you was Roseanne Cash and I was Roger Crowell.

Groom your trees, groom your shrubs,

Pounding pictures in a labored pose

Conspiracy to keep me under wraps, I signed the document, well I guess my ass is grass.

Stoke a candle, thumb through a book, a autobiography of an infamous crook.