Ballad of Brutus 1 & 2 Eight cylinder three eighteen hydromatic overdrive They don't make cars like that anymore Mike's got a car that knows L.A. Drunk in Topanga Radio plays End of an era no doubt Surely red ferns will sprout Brutus is a sixty-seven Now he's up deep in heaven a beast, a pig and a gas hog Brutus is now an instrument of God Brutus are you man or beast? Are those tires or are they feet? Do you use gas or do you eat? Brutus back among us Born in Satan's foulest breath Hell fire dipped in blood Brutus what do you have under your hood? Brutus has seen fifteen states and in six he's been known to break water pumps, regulators, alternators too Brutus I am through with you! Oh here he comes he's rising again an immortal soul is his sin Brutus comes back when you least expect it and he will outlive us Wheels, cylinders and a tortion bar I know that he'll take me far Water pump, generator, regulator too and some tires, that are brand new The upholstery is ripped the roof is ripped Cut cloth and vinyl roof Oh Brutus tell me the truth Will you ever die? That's alright Brutus will ride again tonight Brutus will take me through all night Ballad of Brutus and Tina Ballad of Brutus and Tina Ballad of Brutus and Tina So fucking redundant So fucking redundant Brutus is a nice brown car I like to take him real far All the way to Seattle He's made of good hard metal Put me out of your misery 'cause you're driving me to bankruptcy Look out here he comes again!