remnants from a burned out scene Trying to recover from the years between What they didn't want then is what they think they want now Down the road, down the road
Jenny was gone and the moon blooms all shining As we dragged our panic up and down the riverbed Sweating wild and weird in our Sunday clothes Jenny was
my tongue, these words fall out like tears from a gun and down they roll to join up as one, look in and see your own reflection I hear it in the dead
Who lives in a well by the side of the road Wake up, girl! We're almost home Sun, sun, sun Burn, burn, burn Soon, soon, soon Moon, moon, moon I will
And all those who look down on me, I'm tearing down your balcony No if, ands, or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he From "Infinite" down to
could disown themselves now? Engineer, slow down this old train Cinders and chaff, laugh at the moon Night birds will cackle, rotting like apples on trees Sending their dead
is this sickness out of control Is the beginning of the end right now? Let me know Do the saved souls travel the road of the souls lost? How come the dead
moon, from night to afternoon(noon) get cooked up, like coke in a spoon(spoon) protect your body from a ? shot, from my fuckin' shooty layin' it down,
On the sidewalks and in the stations They were waiting, waiting So I got bored and left them there They were just dead weight to me Better down the road
at dawn And the morning paper flies Dead man lyin' by the side of the road With the daylight in his eyes Don't let it bring you down It's only castle
loud enough Let's rock, I'm ready to roll Let's go crazy, turn it up We were drivin' moonlight ridin' Wound up down a dead end road I was in the mood
If you walk away, I'll walk away First tell me which road you will take I don't want to risk our paths crossing some day So you walk that way, I'll walk
If you walk away I walk away First tell me which road you will take I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday So you walk that way I'll walk this
[Dell] Dell, murderess world wind of wit get the worse of I break it down bit by bit Yet, a nerve my graphics cause seizures you slur, and your memory
are the drums of war And you left out in the cold A half-dead man in a half-dead world And a yellow-brick road to go Then all of a sudden the music
The wicked clowns and Bushwick Bill are lost in space Out there The car broke down and she was like, "Honey, get the flash light" Still one in the dash
"The wicked clowns and Bushwick Bill are lost in space" (Violent J) The car broke down and she was like "Honey, get the flash light" Still one in
