The snipers are passed out In the bushes again I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned Before the riots started 'Cause there's only rehashed faces On the
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where
It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash soul Like a fryin' pan when the fire's gone Drivin' my pig while the bands takin' pictures in the grass And
The last survivor of a boiled crown Another casualty with the casual frown The janitor vandals they bark in your face Juveniles with the piles and paste
Knock it baby Keep on truckin' like a Novacane hurricane Low static on the paranoid shortwave Short fuse, got to dismantle Code red, what's your handle
An open road where I can breathe Where the lowest low is callin' to me I can pull myself back up, back down Stuck together like a readymade And nobody
Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis Stealing kisses
She's got cigarette on each arm She's got the Lilly-white cavity crazes She's got a carburetor tied to the moon Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages
There's a destination, a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low The jig-saw jazz and the get
I don't need no wheels I don't need no gasoline 'Cause the wind that is blowin' Is blowin' like a smoke machine If I said to you That I was lookin' for
I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive It takes a miracle just to survive Buried animals call your name You keep on sleeping through the poignant
I feel uptight When I walk in the city I feel so cold When I'm at home Feels like every thing's Starting to hit me I lost my bed Ten minutes ago Modern
Trying to hold, hold out for now But with these ice caps melting down With the transistor sound And my Chevrolet Terra plane Going 'round, 'round, 'round
In a cast iron cage you couldn't help But stare like a creature With the laws of a brothel And the fireproof bones of a preacher And your lingo coined
You've been so long Your blind eyes are gone Your old bones are on their own So take off your coat Put a song in your throat Let the dead beats pound
Beat my bones against the wall Staring down an empty hall Deep down in a hollow log Coming home like a letter bomb Cold was the storm That covered the
Think I'm stranded but I don't know where I got this diamond I don't know how to shine In the sun where the dark winds wail And these children leave
Some days we get a thrill In our brains Some days it turns into malaise See a face In the rear view mirror Reflecting On the surface of fear Because