(The Truth Will Be) Barified

"From distant lands, even the seabirds could feel the clanking certainties of war in August, '90."

The moon fell hard on the sands of Arabia,
back home the low-riders slicked their hair for a night on the town.
And the white boys talk like they want some color in their blood,
and the new kid, Einstein, thinks the next bomb will be Muslim.
I got the small town jitters in a big-time way,
I can smell the whole thing comin' down.
And somewhere, someday,
one of these nights,
the truth will be barified.

And Joanie says, "Let's relax at Lois the Pie Queen's."
But I can't.
I just know, I can feel it,
comin' down behind the old six-two
down the up train south of town, yeah,
somewhere, someday,
one of these nights,
the truth will be barified.

Diesel "Mel" Cats - vocals
Franco "Cat-Man" Duwe - electric guitar
Stu "Cats" Mulligatawny - baritone sax
Manx Ah-Moongus - bass
"Cat" Jones - drums

(The Truth Will Be) Barified © 1991 Dennis Criteser