Written by Curt Kirkwood/Curtis Kirkwood
Never To Be Found by The Meat Puppets from the album Too High To Die D E We got road, we got time, so we're out of here D E We got rows, we got rows as far as we can see D E In the dust we can see your catastrophe D E Shining dimly like a mudslick in the sun A G Sparks fly from their eyes A G Birds fly from their mouths F A Echoing off this procession is a sound F A Never to be found D E With a tip of the hat we would exit here D E Off you go with a pie on your face D E Down the road we can see the electric chair D E Who'll be the first? I don't know, it's a race. A G Sparks fly from their eyes A G Birds fly from their mouths F A Echoing off this procession is a sound F A Never to be found D E With a drop of the fly we should exit here D E Off you go with the crumbs on your face D E One-eyed clown in the road with electric hair D E At his best he's a total disgrace