Check into a car wash, eat out at the Bowlmore  Go buy a rose at the movies on a train  Get married by a biker, go hang a priest  Walk tall with a dwarf and you'll find relief  Leaning strategically on a Desoto at muscle beach  A four thousand car pileup made the freeway screech  Not talking about rubber but stereos  And the loudest one drilling was for Oreos    Where was I gonna find you,  Where was I supposed to look?  In some glittering diamond in the valley,  Or in the harpoons of your opium hooks?    Standing in line renting a toothpick  There were three armed raids on the bank  And would there be a kiosk at the gates of heaven  For sinners like me and Hank?  Saturday night you were dreaming city hospital  The band set up in the morgue  And while you was doing the Dashing White Sergeant  You cut your feet on the swords    The broken down old cab out on Concrete Row  With it's dead-beat drivers and ghost in tow  Took a nowhere boulevard out to the desert sun  Fired a repeating six asking anyone  Not jewellers bums barflops or nuns  Saw anything moving or anything creeping  Setting down to drinking while they're still sleeping  Whole place makes death valley look like Eden    Where was I gonna find you,  Where was I supposed to look?  In some glittering diamond in the valley,  Or in the harpoons of your opium hooks?