That poor Jag, although I want to call this an insurance job that didn't go right, I'm not going to say the owner is untrustworthy just that he owns a Jag
"Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget
Ohhh how how how, you're a rock n roll suicide"