Story Behind The Song

We pull the cameras back to take a quck reading of the nation's socio-political pulse these post 9/11 days. Uh-oh.

Song Description

Demented rock-a-billy with a creamy quasi-salsa center.

Lyrics

We're only going through the motions
We're auto-piloting along
We're only guessing at what love was
And don't even know it when it's gone
Wasn't we shivering inside, Tell me
Wasn't we dying to belong?
Like we was trying to be right, baby
As if we wasn't even wrong

Voices of Adam, make my Eve so blue
And now they've got her dressed up so nice
With snake eyes on her shoes
What am I gonna do?

You say I'm only skin and bones, sugar
Well I'm an alley kind of cat
If you don't like the way the Lord made us
You'll have to beat Him up for that
See, we're US issue all the way, honey
Until we find another war
The things we try and make around here
Just don't count for nothing anymore

Voices of Adam .......

She's blowing away so free
Blowing away
And where do you suppose
She's going when she goes?
Just beats the daylights right out of me

We're only going through the motions
We're auto-piloting along
Applying everything we know, sugar
But eveything we know is wrong, wrong
Aren't we enlightened kind of people
And aren't we the keepers of the spark?
If we're so cotton-picken bright, tell me
How come we're shooting in the dark?

Voices of Adam ..................