Don't you know it's an easy thing
When it's lost
Doesn't show when the ends are frayed
And it's tossed out
Lined with silver thread
I've seen you wasted behind
She's so lackadaisical
Should have been a west coast bride
Back seat on electric glide
Pilots flying drive by fades
Don't hold your breath too long
This tunnel is a texas mile
Callow teasing yellow eyes
Bleacher dates the second prize
Cherry pickin favorites
My dash was locked i guess i feel fine
The way river bends
The woman's bending over me
Frontwards
I am the only one searching for you
And if i get caught, then the serach is through
And the stories you hear you know they never add up
I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart
Be quiet the weather's on the night news
Antique homes, plastic cones, stolen rims
Are the alloy of chrome
Well i've got style, miles and miles
So much style that it's wasted (3)
She's the only one, who always inhales
Paris in stale and it's the war if we fail
And in the migrants hotels, they never sleep
They never will
Their souls are crumbling like a dirt clod hold
Your cigarette cuts to the inside
Antique homes, plastic cones, stolen rims
Are the alloy of chrome
Well i've got style, miles and miles
So much that it's leavin'
It's pattern's torn and we're weavin'
This battle's torn and we're weavin'
Feed em to the lions (linden)
Every building same height
Every street a straight line
Team colours yellow and blue
Cheerlead single file
Perfect smiles unaffected
And you won't forget our colours blue
No you won't forget it
20 miles westwards, home of the redbirds
Team colours Crimson blue
Open up your purses
With a goal line stand on fourth and two
And the goal line stand
Summer's dry and foul
Reservoirs are shallow
Spillways unexposed
It's nerver been expected
When the government's elected
And the fields will turn to yellow too
And the fields will turn
Shoot the singer
Someone took in these pants
Somebody painted over paint, painted wood
And where he stood
No one stands
It's been said he's sitting now
In the charcming land
I've seen saints
But remember
I forgot
To flag them down
When they pass
And in the morning light
You hold that ashtray tight
You can put it out
And i can't put it out
My hand shook
Down and out
I've got the blisters of the world
World new
I named a book after you
So look up and watch the camera lens
When the risers fade
Slow it down
Song is sacred
And brother
Your honor
Hang a right at home
And in the morning light
I'll hold my ashtray tight
I can take it down
And you can't take it down
(Don't expect)