Billy Dale is mistaken for a terrorist
Outside of Baltimore
I stopped at a liquor store
To use the telephone
To see if my wife was home
I inhaled the rainy spring
Chewed on the raw wind
Dialed my number
And counted the rings
A bomb went off in the parking lot
It threw me down, singed my hair
And shattered the glass of the liquor store
I saw a gutted van, burning green and gold
Spitting sparks; I thought I saw someone inside
I stood in shock ‘til the cops rolled up
They took me in, I was the only witness
I waited until the Feds arrived:
Two men in shades, half my age
They asked me about Desert Storm
The Turks, the Kurds, chemical wars
I told ‘em I only know the road–
I told ‘em I only sold
The Magipeeler, Forever Knives
The Eternal Dicer, Miracle Slicer
They said: "You’re not a suspect
Maybe we’ll keep in touch."