Auto Freaks Songtext
von Vince Jones

Auto freaks laboring in their driveways
It′s what we love you'd hear them say
With their Hell′s Angels bellies
Living on beer chips and deli
These men live in my neighborhood
Sprawled beneath their skeleton cars
A drag here, a drag there
Their lungs filled with tar
Like surgeons fishing out their transplants
Landlord shouting "No, no, no you can't"


Engines with their veins of twine
Stitched together with American fine
The neighbors wanted them evicted
One had previously been convicted
Harassingly operating on the street
Their friendly greetings when we would meet
It's what they love, it is what they do
The realtor shouts the value′s dropped because of these two

Firebombs in the lane
It wasn′t them to blame
From the first break in
We knew they could not win
I'm sorry it all went that way
All that′s left is an oily driveway

These men have always been misunderstood
These men are too good for my neighborhood