[Verse 1: Hellraising blues-rock female lead, hips on the shuffle] Bought the scrapyard out on Route Nine with what was left of me Forklift, magnet and a crusher and a dog named Misery Took his name off of my mailbox and I put my own on top Learned to run the crusher by the time the leaves would drop Meanwhile he's across the county in my old house with my couch With a girl who calls him sugar and a dent in every pouch And his cherry red hardtop, the only thing he ever cleaned Polished it on Sundays while I waited on the screen Loved that car like he never loved a woman in his life Gave it all his Saturdays and gave me none as wife [Chorus: Hellraising blues-rock female lead, overdriven guitar biting] Come on down, I'll square you up Cash in hand and a flatbed truck Every cent you owe me, honey, I collect Come on down, I'll square you up [Verse 2: Hellraising blues-rock female lead, grinning] New girl's got expensive taste, the payments come in red Credit card is smokin' and the bank won't take his calls, he said Sees an ad, top cash for classics, call the yard on Route Nine Never read the owner's name in letters on the sign Rolls it in on Tuesday with his sunglasses on his head Doesn't see me in the cab until the price is counted, said Signs the title on the hood, the ink is barely wet Then he looks up at the window and he starts to sweat [Bridge: Hellraising blues-rock female lead, crusher press, one long note] Lift it on the magnet, set it in the bed Hand upon the lever and a hymn inside my head Down comes the press with a groan and a scream Folding up his Sundays like a bad old dream [Chorus: Hellraising blues-rock female lead, overdriven guitar biting] Come on down, I'll square you up Cash in hand and a flatbed truck Every cent you owe me, honey, I collect Come on down, I'll square you up [Verse 3: Hellraising blues-rock female lead, full roar] Two feet by two feet of cherry, prettiest thing I've made Had the forklift set it on his lawn where all his Sundays laid Paid him fair, I paid him cash, I counted every bill He can keep it on his mantel and he can visit if he will Now the women of the county call me when their men stray And I tell 'em bring it on down, honey, I'll square it today [Chorus: Hellraising blues-rock female lead, overdriven guitar biting] Come on down, I'll square you up Cash in hand and a flatbed truck Every cent you owe me, honey, I collect Come on down, I'll square you up [Outro: Hellraising blues-rock female lead, guitar rings out] Come on down, I'll square you up [End]
