I was good at tending barThey called me Our Lady of O'Reilly'sI could talk to me in troubleand I know the difference between poison and truthBut I crashed my car last MarchAnd the back was full of empty quarts of vodkaSo I walk to work at midnight,at the Donut Town down on Main St.And the big trucks roll byThey shake the ground like thunderBut there's nothing flashing underThe Main Street skyI won't wear the damn uniform they gave usWhen you're my size, you don't wear orangeWell I may not be your beauty,but I swear I will not be your clownAnd Ginny will not fire meI'm the only one who's here on timeSo we have this little understandingthat we just don't get alongAnd the big trucks roll byThey shake the ground like thunderBut there's nothing flashing underThe Main Street skyI put a pot on for the truckersand I put one on for myselfand from 2am till 5,I can just park it and readAnd I'm going back to schoolI don't care if it's a load of crapcause my future things he's sitting at the counterwith his "Hey, darlin'" and a feedcapAnd the big trucks roll byThey shake the ground like thunderBut there's nothing flashing underThe Main Street skyCopyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox Music