Story Behind the Song
There used to be this urn that sat on top of our TV. I always wondered who was inside. I asked the Rancher about it one day & he got all philosophical for a minute...then he popped open a beer & we wrote this snappy number.
Lyrics
I was on the interstate overpass
Cop came by & splashed some dirt upon my ass
I looked up in the sky
Said, "God, man, what am I?"
To just sit around...(unintelligible phrase)
& this urn came rumbling down the hill...
It came without a bill
It came from that place I don't know inside
One that produces urns like clockwork
Like crackers on the trees
Maybe I've got urns in my knees
Hey! Got the urn disease
Burn me up, baby, burn my pleas
Oh! Won't you remember me?
As intangible, intangible!
Like an urn, like an urn, like a chargin' bull
Don't keep 'round any longer than I gotta be
Scatter me!
In my urn, in my urn, in my urn
Take me up in a crop duster
Just let my ass go into the wind
I fall down to the earth
& maybe land on your dinner
Hey! It's alright
'Cause we are all dust in the night
Black dust, black dust comforts
Takes me to the place that, in reality
Have a Michelob, have two or three
'Cause it's before noon, can't you see?
Scatter me, scatter me!
Take me where I don't wanna be
Don't keep me 'round longer than I gotta be
I am infinity! Oh yeah!
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