Catastrophe on Jo Mo Bo Kno Street (Radio Edit)

I was headed home to Florida Via the highways of Georgia When my tire hit a nail Sent my car into a sail Got up and walked around Found myself in some strange town Cows body building in the gyms Red rats wearing shades out in the sun And snowy bats having lots of fun In the window of a chapel high, I saw a woman who came to say hi She said you don't know where you are at and down here that's a threat She told me to take my hip Paco cad yell out of her town before the hounds of hell see me Larry Jo, Tiny Bo, Isa Mo, and Pappa Kno were all mean cats the people called diablo In the streets of a town nobody one knew of They haven't eaten their lunch and oh how they love to crunch On leg bones and skulls harder than stones and belly guts fried with tomatoes with a pinch of salt Dipped in olive oil smoked in pine wood to make them feel good