they would arrive in a real car , not the one step away from the scrap yard wreck that was usually either parked outside the house or away somewhere being mended . still , they had n't asked what i was doing . you just slide out of the devil 's hand and ooze on over to the promised land , , take it easy , go greasy . she looked like she honestly felt bad for heather . you smell better than the best smelling things on the planet . will they stop to see who is good , who 's bad ? '' 