Fleesh - Fly On a Windshield Lyrics

Echoes of the Broadway Everglades
With our mythical Madonnas
Still walking in their shades
Lenny Bruce declares a truce
And plays his other hand
Marshall McLuhan casual viewing
Head buried in the sand
Sirens on the rooftops wailing
But there's no ship sailing
Groucho with his movies trailing
Stands alone with his punchline failing

Ku Klux Klan serving hot soul food
And the band plays "In the Mood"
A cheerleader waves her cyanide wand
There's a smell of peach
Blossom and bitter almond
Caryl Chessman sniffs the air
And leads the parade
He knows, in a scent
You can bottle all you made

There's Howard Hughes
In blue suede shoes
Smiling at the majorettes
And smoking Winston cigarettes
And as the song and dance begins
The children play at home
With needles, needles and pins