I drove from Savannah
One suitcase and a six-pack of Zima
I want something so simple
Utopia
But instead I get clear beer
Who fucking cares if it’s see through
I just want to know if a six-pack is enough
I am taunted by a mini-van sticker mobile
My kid is outstanding, my kid this, my kid that
And a "Don’t drink & drive" reminder
We pulled over at the next rest area
Got drunk there, pondering…
Wonder why you never see
"Don’t drive drunk"
because there’s the real danger
Knoxville glitters on the horizon
Golden sphere, circa 1982 World’s Fair
Not to mention the whores of religion!
Those psycho-militant Southern Baptists
Who will kick your ass in the name of Jesus
Tennessee, home to monster trucks and cigarettes
My ears cringe
As Minie Pearl lets off
That insane howl of hers
2 days gone away
and I already miss walking River Street at night
and the roaches who wear bigger shoes than I do
all for a one night stand with a UT cheerleader
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
