Ease yourself on down And if you're bound and frowned You better put it on down 'Cause 4am, gonna hit it again Leaving dollar bills on the buffalo hills The moon's eye is frozen shut These vacant lanes unknown, uncut Shredded up and sold for seed Another tribute sent to a backwards breed Hear those buzzards flap their heaps Up above where skies are cheap For pioneers with chandeliers Darkened arks in diamond ears Through those rusty windows Traffics shoot like venom Static addicts Causing us to fly like sticks Fumes of flags and endless wicks Inferno! Habit-trails of garbage pails I search and strip my stale grails And when it's time to strike the blues I gotta let my jive and jackass fuse This pollution is electrocution Riffs and rags, no resolution My wagon limps a miser's pace On borrowed fuels of lice and lace Hail to the mother man Can't stand the soul can Cold sweat, tiger tan Sold my gold and left this land Vaccination, cancellation Tuning in to the two-bit station Alkaline batteries shot Summer's all tied In the hangman's know Inferno!
Written by: JOHN ROBERT KING, MICHAEL S. SIMPSON, BECK DAVID HANSEN
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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