Dave Is Dead, Man!

Rolled up to the shop in the noon-day heat Mechanic looked bored with a toothpick beat Said, “You Dave?” I said, “Man, I might be” He said, “You got a problem?” I said, “Not for free” Two dudes in the lot with a busted old van One swore he was legal, one swore he had a plan Paper on the dash and a busted sun visor Whole vibe said trouble, and trouble got wiser They asked for directions like they lost their pride Then forgot what town they were in by the second reply One lit up the room with a grin too wide Like a church picnic gone off by design Hey, Dave Why you always late? Hey, Dave Got that thousand-yard stare I don’t know But I know that look You the kind of man Who get the bill and the book Dave, where you at? Dave, what’s that face? Dave, quit actin’ bad Like you own the whole damn place Dave, where you at? Dave, who told you that? Dave, I’m just here laughin’ While you backtrack, backtrack Now the backseat smelled like a gas station dream One guy preaching nonsense like it came from a stream Talked about “saving face” with a pocket full of lint Then forgot his own story mid-sentence, squint Sheriff rolled by slow, mean mug on ten They all got humble real quick, then “yes, sir” again One reached for his hat like that fixed his case But confidence vanished from his very same face I seen a lotta slick talk turn into dust Seen big-time bluffers get humbled by rust Cheech in the corner, Chong in the shade Both act innocent when the mess gets made Hey, Dave You still alive? Hey, Dave How you gonna drive? I don’t know But the wheels ain’t straight And the joke comes back When you’re three hours late Dave, where you at? Dave, what’s that face? Dave, quit actin’ bad Like you own the whole damn place Dave, where you at? Dave, who told you that? Dave, I’m just here laughin’ While you backtrack, backtrack Yeah, the whole thing messy Yeah, the whole thing dumb Everybody tough till the trouble come Everybody innocent when the smoke clear out Then they all act shocked like, “What you talkin’ ‘bout?” Dave in the middle with a saintly stare Like he ain’t the reason for the circus standing there I ain’t say he guilty, I ain’t say much I just said Texas got a cold little touch Dave, where you at? Dave, what’s that face? Dave, quit actin’ bad Like you own the whole damn place Dave, where you at? Dave, who told you that? Dave, I’m just here laughin’ While you backtrack, backtrack Dave called me I let it ring Some folks bring drama I bring receipts and zing Dave called me I let it ring If the joke’s on you Then the joke on me can sing! … “Dave is not here, man!” … But Coded Jason is in rotation on W-Z-J-X-V-A dot I-O! It’s me, Coded J-A-S-O-N, and you can see me 360 on X dot com! L8R!