From the recording Journeys Through Obscurity
Lyrics
Cass & Amos
Cass & Amos went looking for the Beulah Land
In a rust-encrusted '69 silver Buick Regal sedan.
Cass started feeling mighty strange as they crossed that Mesabi Iron Range.
The Buick's broken bearings sound like pebbles in a Maxwell House can.
Cass siphoned gas from the broken down van in a ditch.
Amos sold some dope to a college kid from Basking Ridge.
In Davenport the fuel pump blew.
ln Moline the head gasket gave way too.
Our heroes spent the night under that old Mississippi bridge.
‘Oh, Amos, my life’s up for grabs.
I got me a vision; I got me the crabs.
No bossman ever gave me steady work.
No woman ever looked at me 'ceptin' to smirk.
‘Detritus like us ain’t got no home
Ain’t got no home, ain’t got no home
Detritus like us got no home in the land of the free.’
Cass cooked Amos a piping hot three course meal:
Day-old bread, bouillon and can of Chef Boy-Ar-Dee.
Cass pissed the fire out & went to sleep.
Amos stared up at the stars & started to weep,
Rolling in the sky like a rusted old Buick wheel.
‘Oh, Cass, I'm a nullity. It’s just a spiral down the toilet far as I can see
Like Jesus on the cross, I've been nailed to my fate.’
Then the wine kicked in like a slow moving freight.
‘Detritus like us ain’t got no home
Ain’t got no home, ain’t got no home
Detritus like us got no home in the land of the free.’