Lyrics:
on a wire, ohh-oh
No, I can't look down
I'm trying to fight the feeling
I will fall to the ground
If I ever see you 'cause I-I-I
Feel like I'm
be on your own"
Forty days of shotguns and barbed wire fences
Forty nights to sit an listen
To the midnight train to Memphis
Well now, whistle
Walker sees the mist rise
Over no man's land
He sees in front of him
A smashed up waste ground
There are no fields or trees
No blades of grass
and jaguars, the bets, Nascar, threats
Nasa, fools wear wires, shooters was hired
Most of us poppin' pain sellin' drugs in the rain
I don't sweat money,
Davey see the mist rise
Over no man's land
Davey sees in front of him
A smashed up waste ground
There are no fields or trees
No blades of grass,
Earth sky sea and rain
Is she coming back again
Men of straw, snooker hall
Words that build or destroy
Dirt dry bone sand and stone
Barbed-wire
Earth sky sea and rain
Is she coming back again
Men of straw, snooker hall
Words that build or destroy
Dirt dry bone sand and stone
Barbed-wire
to the ground
Will they catch me if I fall?
Will they catch me if I fall?
What if I slip
Will they catch me or watch me fall?
I am walking on a wire, tiptoe in
to state on 'em
Every blade of that sacred ground's got a thousand stories
Fields of glory
Fields of glory
Shooting cans off a tree stump
Cold beer
I was walking on a wireLooking down, there was no netNow, I'm standing at your doorMe and my last cigarette
Yeah we've been through this beforeToo
This is not helping me at all
What you are doing here
In the name of god and love
It's the distribution of fear
Pyramids healing wires
the ground
Oh little face, they cut you down
They push your face into the ground
And everyday they pull it tighter
The barbed wire wrapped around her
I ain't got nothin' to hide
My mind is an endless wire
I got both feet on the ground
I ain't got no one for hire
I ain't got a thing to show
My
and active verbs pronouns, skewer the sieve of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck
of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the
Gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up,
Read all the books and he people worth
Half sleeping with one open eye
It gets so damn heavy on the mind
I can't hold my head up off the ground
Not moving, tried to make a sound
In the iron-bound section near Avenue L
Where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell
The clouds so low the morning so slow
As the wires
it's time you set this world on fire (this world on fire)
I think it's time you push it to the edge (to the edge)
Burn it to the ground and trip the wire
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great
high above the ground
Above the ground enclosed in wires
What's this?
Death came you
He does not respect virtue
Our teeth grind from the tension
There's a new sound in the wires
And ears are to the ground
And everything that once was ours
Has slowly turned around.
Something happened
the hit
And there will be dust and bones
They want him buried in the ground
Where he never will be found
I hear you paint houses
You're a gun for
Now the ground comes up too fast
Too fast to meet you
In clouds of dust erupting
Thick around your feet, be careful
In the rubble in waiting
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