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don’t want to die on the road
Some place that is not my home
I’ve been wrong before but this I know, that I don’t want to die on the road

If rock n’
Fly on wings of speed
That will bring you home to me
I'll never be free, from the darkness I see
As I wait for your smile

Though my hands are
away with a smile of her face 

And a little black dog barks along with a loon 
Is this my appointment or did I come too soon 
Got a strange
We sailed on a fishing-boat
between these two shores
the Island of Lovers
and the Island of Whores

You at the helm getting
soaked to the skin
of doctors and statesmen who've planned their sorry lives to the last days end. 
But look at all the happy things that happen by accident.
It's hard
shows the cracks around my door
And I have no lantern to light your way home tonight

You are not some saint who's above
Giving someone a stroll
How lovely a find 
That's entered my mind 
Along this mossy trail
How coiley it hides 
The truth about how it is 
We can't ask how

my own ship
But my buddies didn't care they didn't give me no lip,

So many times we've been side by side:
But I never carried a load with so much
On a chicken-hunt, huntin' for a chicken
Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin'
Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin'
With the bitch-ass styles
take up the helm 
On the pirate ship I'm steerin' 
Droppin' the geran 
Just realize what you're hearin' 
The cannon sounded 
That's my companion:
take up the helm 
On the pirate ship I'm steerin' 
Droppin' the geran 
Just realize what you're hearin' 
The cannon sounded 
That's my companion:
wonders why
I met my Mephistophelles, the papers sealed in blood
Like I got a transfer deal the lad done good
Good King Danbert at the helm
to pursue, when you're just not breaking through,
But don't you let them tell you that you're wrong

You're either thinning like helm,
But you're still
Following that Caribbean moon
It's been too long since I've been there
I'm going down there to see my friends
Down where the rhythm never ends
Where women
are the chords that are tinglin
So grab your girl, let's start the jam
For at the helm is a band who's in demand, BREAK.....


Go (x31)
I think Jesse Helms is too
And I have eaten grits
Although they taste like styrofoam
And it has been suggested
That I "might-could go on home
calculate and pray
As the compass swings, my will is strong, I will not be led astray
Mysteries of time clouds that hide the sun
But I know, but I know,
flows ever on

My son noah built new/ark and
I stood proudly at the helm
as we sailed on a soft summer day
I turned myself into myself and was
inside my head goes on and on (Lubie come back home),
Said Lubie Lubie you better go back home.

I said I, I thought I'd make it by myself (Lubie come
and by Lord, by and by
There's a better home awaiting
In the sky Lord, in the sky.

Well, I went back home, home was lonely
For my mother she was gone
Via mechanical Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly
And sanctioned by a New Yank Yorkee
Who knew that any moment he could lose it to the decopaged
I was standing by my window on one cold and cloudy day.
Was I saw that herst come rolling for to take my mother away.

undertaker under taker
Images around me
Don't identify inside
Just one blur I recognize
The one that soothes and feeds
My way of life is easy
And as simple are my
I was standing by my window
On a cold and cloudy day
When I saw the hearse come rollin'
For to take my mother away

I told the undertaker
Standin' in the middle of a Roman street
Marble dust all over my feet
Bearded masses at the gates
Dancin' in the ruins while it's not too late