: 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 lily-white cavity crazes She's got a carburetor tied to the moon Pink eyes looking to the food of the
: You only got one finger left And it's pointing at the door And you're taking for granted What the Lord's laid on the floor So I'm picking up the pieces
: I dropped my anchor in the dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the policeman
: Keep on trucking' like a novacane hurricane Blowing static on the paranoid short-wave Short fuse, got to dismantle Code red: what's your handle? Mission
: I been drifting along In the same stale shoes Loose ends tying a noose In the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where
: I don't need no wheels I don't need no gasoline 'Cause the wind that is blowing Is blowing like a smoke machine If I said to you That I was looking
: An open road where I can breathe Where the lowest low is calling to me I can pull myself back up back down Stuck together like a readymade And nobody
: It takes a backwash man To sing a backwash song Like a frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the grass
: 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
: 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
: 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
: Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas cabos sueltos enlazan a mi cabeza Si pensabas ir al lugar donde los paganos van pongalo junto invitacion extrano
: Gotta get it! Gotta get it! Yeah-OH! Yeah-OH! (Plastic classic) Can't forget my bestial Close electric telephone [phones] Balling like hordes! About
: Brother are you really here? The package I received is gone Are you a phantom detective Can you read my soul backwards? I will glide with you If you
: Must have been the devil Believe that woman has gone mad Must a been the devil Believe that woman has gone mad Nothing' but the devil Change my baby
: Has it come and gone? Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs? Is it wrapped in trash, sent back to a sanitation tank? Is it disinfected, disconnected
