From John Hiatt, Slow Turning:

"Well I'm in my car
I got the radio on
The kids are in the back seat
bangin like a Charlie Watts"


Karl

I'm going through a desert across a plain
To the lonely mountain full of cloud and rain
Going to scream out loud at the rising sun
Going to ask for pleasure when my day is done



ROCKMAN

Some people got no choice
They can never find a voice
That they can talk with
And truly call their own

So the first thing that they see
That allows them the right to be
Why they follow it
It's called...

Bad Luck