Opening Act Drive-By Truckers

There's a big fat man on a mechanical bull in slow motion
Like Debra Winger
And he gets knocked off and I think he's hurt
It's a bitch facing facts and figures
There's a band on stage that used to be huge
They're on but no one's listening
And they're asked to turn down and they politely oblige
Ain't no such thing as a free ride

And it ain't my night and it ain't my town
And I ain't being condescending
It's just the opening slot and I hit my mark
And leave as the crowd is thinning
But the man's on the guest list
So I guess it'll be alright
Said the man's on the guest list
So I guess it'll be alright
Said the man's on the guest list
So I guess it'll be alright
The man's on the guest list

In a little while the paramedics come
And they haul off that Urban Bovine Knievel
And I see my friend and I give him all my money
And I tell myself it's a necessary evil
And it's all such a fleeting thing
So I guess I'd best try and enjoy it
All this beauty and just enough time
To figure out how to destroy it