As I travel down the track, all my memories flood back
We were runnin’ at ease from enemies
And rushed back to your momma’s flat
It’s the only place but home I feel relaxed enough to crap
I know it sounds crude, but there’s something in that
One more minute in this city’s going to give me a breakdown
One more night in this bar is going to give me the blues
An Altima with one headlight out
Slipping sliding spinning around
Joanie I’m going to take care of you
Sometimes they were comedic— or relentlessly horrifying
They were the foes of society, whether fighting the local sheriff, or a secret agent
Frequently they mirrored our times: the gangster villains which rival real newspaper headlines of the present day
Collectively, they are the components which have fueled nightmares for decades to come
The villains
She’s a witch of trouble in electric blue
In her own mad mind she’s in love with you
With you
Now, what you gonna do?