The extra sees the film and covers up his name badge The extra sees the film and has to call his mom As if I had a way to move us all forward If I had a way to put everything back on pace All the older highways got their names from God Workflows traced to hired contract killers on call No card I play and nothing I say would ever change minds I'm starting to think they don't do it for the money Now is the time for all good men (Guest speaker, why’d you let the runners go?) To come to the aid of the party (One motion to kick in and kick out of gear) By the time the wicker had been wove (Guest speaker, why'd you let the rhythm go?) All the liquor was gone and we drove home All the older highways got their names from God Wiretaps of hired contract killers at large No turn I take and no call I make would ever change minds I gotta think they don’t do it for the money Oh, wandering headlight take to a lonesome road Oh, great wandering headlight take to a lonesome road And ya, I admit it does sound a bit funny The obituary arranged for guitar But nobody ever says no to the money