Electric Six - Egyptian Cowboy lyrics

Strange waves on a Detroit beach
I was reaching for the rhythm
But, it's out of reach
She was talking to the Buick
She was cutting her tequila with bleach
And she said to me

There's no such thing as an Egyptian cowboy
Your pretty haircut can't help you now, boy
There's nothing we can do for you
Unless you're willing to kill
Hey, come on and kill

I think this city could have
Used a woman's touch
As I'm wading through the
Toxic waste and such
'Cause everybody here said I
Won't amount to much
Everybody here said I won't amount to much
When I go from point A to point
B I want thrills and chills
And blood to spill

But there's never any people
On the people mover
Public transit equivalent of Herbert Hoover
You're never gonna get anywhere
Because you're standing still, standing still

These songs don't write themselves
I've got a music workshop run by elves
Making dozens of records by the twelves
Stocking our product on Ikea shelves

Let me state that
My state of mind, mind, mind is just fine
Baby, that's the sound of the years going by
You can find me on the same
Bar stool just waiting to die
Three cheers to me, here's mud in your eye
I said, "Cheers to me
Here's mud in your eye"
She came to close out my tab
Saw I was troubled and she took a stab
And she said to me

There's no such thing as an electric tuba
The Detroit River's not a good place to scuba
The only reason you're here today
Is 'cause we need you to kill yeah, kill

My songs are tasty pies
Fresh oven baked and filled with lies
Gobbled up by the dozen by Neanderthal guys
Inhaling the aroma of Canadian eyes

Oh my, my
You've got quite a few problems, don't you?
Shake that tambourine!
Shake that shaker machine! Shake it, low
Shake it, high shake it shake it