Weigh Station

'll turn red like a weigh station; hopin' you'll have to stop

Questioning the weight you carry, is there room for me or not

Promise you my call lines open, the address hasn't changed

I'll build a big antenna so you can listen just the same

By the time we get the check, the boy is now a congressman the preachers off his high horse, the made a quilt out of all of your clothes

By the time we get the check your mother's put the phone down washington has paid the debt, the hondas tail lights out

They flock to you like crows to a combine their wings block out the sun

Do they ever land on your clothesline? Do they think you're having fun?