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  1. Madam Macadam

From the album THE LAST

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Lyrics

MADAM MACADAM

He knows she’s driving him crazy.
They’ve been on the road for days.
He started out north of neurotic;
Just slipped south of psychotic.
It’s not just a passing phase, he
Knows she’s driving him crazy.
But they sure are making good time,
Crossing that mental state line.

They call her Madam Macadam,
Queen B, Blacktop Biatch.
She always comes right back at ‘em,
Kicking and screaming like Sasquatch.

Traveling down the Interstate,
A case of hurry up and wait.
This affair has taken its toll;
They just hit another pothole.
She’s yearning for another pop;
Both searching for a clean rest stop –
An easy on/easy off situation
Like that talk radio station.

They call her Madam Macadam,
Queen B, Blacktop Biatch.
She always comes right back at ‘em,
Kicking and screaming like Sasquatch.

She thinks love is a football game
Where she can kick her way to fame.
Seems her only post-season goal
Is to leave lovers in the Dust Bowl.
She’s a modern-day Tom Joad
Where the rubber meets the road.
Yeah, she’s a modern-day Tom Joad
Where the rubber meets the road.

They call her Madam Macadam,
Queen B, Blacktop Biatch.
She always comes right back at ‘em,
Kicking and screaming like Sasquatch.

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