Broken Down Bovines

🎵 “Broken Down Bovines”

(By the Square Cow Crew)

Well it’s 6 AM and we’re ready to roll,

Got a four-man crew and a truck with no soul,

The tires bald, the brakes are shot,

And the AC’s hotter than a boiling pot.

Joe’s yellin’, “Kurt, this ain’t safe!”

But Kurt’s got coffee and a smirk on his face.

“Just jiggle the gear, and slam the hood,

She’ll run like crap, but she’ll run good!”

🎵 These Square Cow trucks are fallin’ apart,

Leakin’ oil and breakin’ hearts.

We’re stranded again on the side of the road,

With a dresser, a piano, and no damn tow.

Every move’s a gamble, every shift’s a fight,

We’re haulin’ dreams in trucks that ain’t right.

And while Kurt’s in the office, clickin’ his pen,

We’re prayin’ this heap starts up again. 🎵

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Conner’s in the back with a busted jack,

Tryna lift a safe with a goddamn crack.

Brandon’s got the ramp, but it won’t unfold,

And Dillon’s swearing at the truck in bold.

We called dispatch — no one came,

Just got blamed like we’re insane.

Fernando said, “Just hit the clutch,”

But the clutch don’t work — we’re screwed as such.

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🎵 These Square Cow trucks are held with tape,

Half a mirror and a license plate.

One backfire and the hood might fly,

And Paul’s out front just beggin’ to die.

We’re doin’ our best with a bucket of junk,

Tryna look pro in a deathtrap hunk.

While Kurt’s in the office, scratchin’ his chin,

We’re hotwired just to get jobs in. 🎵

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Dillon broke his wrist last week,

Slipped off the lift ’cause the floorboard creaked.

Brandon dodged a fender flame,

We’re one loose bolt from a lawsuit claim.

Kurt just laughs, “That’s how it goes,”

From his desk where the AC blows.

“Y’all are tough, y’all make it work!”

We’re tough, all right — but you’re a jerk.

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Now we’re on the freeway, crawlin’ slow,

Gettin’ passed by grannies and a freakin’ crow.

The U-Haul dudes be honkin’ wild,

And we’re breakin’ down like a motherless child.

Smokin’ engine, dashboard lit,

Dillon says, “This truck’s full of sh—”

Joe kicks the tire, Paul lights a smoke,

And Brandon just laughs like it’s all a joke.

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🎵 These Square Cow trucks got no damn pride,

We’re rollin’ shame down I-45.

With duct tape dreams and hopes in gear,

And the sound of doom in the rearview mirror.

If the brakes don’t fail, the axles might,

We’re chasin’ jobs in a truck that’s light—

On safety, power, and common sense…

While Kurt signs off on the next expense. 🎵