The extra sees the film and covers up his name badge
The extra sees the film and has to call his mom
As if I had a way to move us all forward
If I had a way to put everything back on pace

All the older highways got their names from God
Workflows traced to hired contract killers on call
No card I play and nothing I say would ever change minds
I'm starting to think they don't do it for the money

Now is the time for all good men
(Guest speaker, why’d you let the runners go?)
To come to the aid of the party
(One motion to kick in and kick out of gear)
By the time the wicker had been wove
(Guest speaker, why'd you let the rhythm go?)
All the liquor was gone and we drove home

All the older highways got their names from God
Wiretaps of hired contract killers at large
No turn I take and no call I make would ever change minds
I gotta think they don’t do it for the money

Oh, wandering headlight take to a lonesome road
Oh, great wandering headlight take to a lonesome road

And ya, I admit it does sound a bit funny
The obituary arranged for guitar
But nobody ever says no to the money