Lyrics of A hundred tires

A hundred tires piled high
Atomic neighbors to the sky
Pieces of metal, bits and scraps
A hundred tires, you talkin' crap

A hundred tires, don't talk to me
Get me a blowtorch then you'll weave
There's too much fire, there's too much trash
A hundred tires, get off my ass

A hundred tires, a (incomprehensible)
The tires burning mystery
There's no jack hammer, no jack (incomprehensible)
A hundred tires, you lucky hicks