Another track from the Kool Trash sessions, this one recorded at about 3:30 in the morning, the last thing we cut at Sunset Sound. Rock and roll at it’s simplest, down to the core. Eddie’s guitar lick is cribbed from a Texas blues standard “Kinda Mixed Up,” but it fits perfect here, while my lyric reflects everyday tensions and frustrations in the Los Angeles area. Clem Burke is on drums, as on the rest of the album. Brett Gurewitz sings backing vocals with David-o.

I put the words here, as the diction is pretty gnarly. For a long time this was my favorite from the sessions.

“well they’re comin’ for miles/with beans in their ears/socked in/crocodile tears/dead set/caught in a cage/they’re flipped out/all in rage/it’s a pile up/it’s pile up/ they’ll slaughter the lamb/shut down and the road is jammed/help me/yeah we’re gonna be late

well my baby called me on the telephone/imagine that/ she said I’m all alone/I went out/ frantic search for my car/jumped in didn’t get so far/it’s pile up/a pile up/try to dart in this roadster slam /some time we’re all in a jam/oh/ we’re gonna be late/

ah-oom-bop-diddy!

the priest came down to bless the dead/ I cant tell you half the things he said/I knelt down–“father I confess/sometimes it’s a goddamn mess”/ it’s a pile up/it’s pile up/ we’re caught in a cage/ they’re glued up and all in a rage/it’s over/yeah we’re all gonna be late”

“pile up—grid lock! oh yeah we’re gonna be late.”