This is one of those songs that makes you feel like you need a shower afterwards so you can wash off all the smarm and lech.
A few thoughts:
I didn't know David Carradine was in Exile.
I never got the "'til the night closes in" part. Why stop then, dumbass? That's when things start getting good. What, you got somewhere else to be? "'Til the night closes in--then I gotta go clean offices."
Nice drums, Neal Peart. Like you need two kick drums--did you even use the first one? Cuz you never touched the toms or a cymbal, either, ya silly side-sticker. You should sell everything but the snare and hi-hat and use the money to buy a belt, because suspenders like that only work for mimes and Mork.