Phone's ringing, at eleven o'clock
Did you hear the news
Me and my old friends don't talk
Jim's in trouble, he's going to jail
Jim what'd'ya do this time
He robbed a store
Choked her out and laid her out on the floor
Jim's in trouble, a couple years in the pen
Jim what'd'ya do this time
He robbed a store
Said he brought in a long gun and laid her out on the floor
Around the counter he shortened up the register
And someone walked in, he made a break for the door
Then he got busted
Jim what'd'ya do that for
There's a lot of air between Jim's ears
A lot of wind blowing around
Sometimes we speculate that there's nothing at all
But wind
Howling
Wind city
Jim's an idiot
But i still love him
And that's what cousins are for
Wind city
Jim's an idiot
But i'll still love him
And that's what cousins are for