Lyrics:
Pissing in the cold wind on a heap of rust, smelling of moonlit blood
On a hellbursting road towards bitter revenge, Dreams will come true by force
One day the train was passing, I caught it comin' by
To look this old world over, under god's blue sky
My darlin' stood there weepin' as I was
hospital hands
The glowing buzz of TV fuzz and medicines
My vision was blurred by artificial lights
Now there's new blood in my veins that isn't mine
Mend
the jungle in this world
of wackos
blown by the wind or taken
by the current and being hurried
to be burried is what you inherit
grow up with mass media
it shines right on the gutter
And you remember that he was there
And you should know, right there in the fold
That you grabbed him by his hair
To the wayward wind
In a lonely shack
By a railroad track
I spent my younger days
And I guess the sound
Of the outward bound
Made me a slave
To my
some railroad track and find
That you're movin' on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
Though
away
I've shed a million teardrops or more
Waitin' for the one I adore
I'm waitin' in the depot by the railroad track
Lookin' for the choo-choo
never known
To hurt an honest man
It was down in Chaynee County
A time they talk about
With his lady by his side
He took a stand
And soon
never known
To hurt an honest man
It was down in Chaynee County
A time they talk about
With his lady by his side
He took a stand
And soon
One day the train was passin' I caught it crawlin' by
To look this old world over under God's blue sky
My darling stood there weeping as I was
never known
To hurt an honest man
It was down in Chaynee County
A time they talk about
With his lady by his side
He took a stand
And soon
Hairballs from peaches, I never want to see them back again
Though they are nice: yellow or white
I can't stand the fuzz
And thus naturally I was
another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some
the hum and the buzz
The thickness and the fuzz
I jump over puddles to stomp through the sludge
Look for me through the wind and rain
Sunshine remember my
hotel rooms so grand
And no one here knows what goes behind closed doors
Take a step back to the middle of the track
Don't you know it's rumoured all
on my Nikes dope
Whole world hopes it could feel this fly
Pajamas includes a gold chain try to pull it get embarrassed
Titanium under these carats
Gun by
more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun
Fell by your gun, yes,
Fell by your gun
For more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun
Miss
Summer buzz, peach fuzz
Soft sheets at ten
Clear nights, city heights
I am born again
Dragon flies and crowded braais
I'm quiet now and then
You ask
The art of making art
Is putting it together, bit by bit
Beat by beat, part by part
Sheet by sheet, chart by chart track by track
By by reel
By stack,
Here she comes look at her roll
There she goes eatin' that coal
Watch her fly huggin' the rails
Let her by by by the fireball mail
Let her go
forget
I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt
She was killing me in that mini-skirt
Skippin' rocks on the river by the railroad tracks
She had
Across the alley from the Alamo
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
Who sang a sort of Indian "Hi-de-ho"
To the people passin' by
The pinto spent
knock people down
But I can see I left a few on the ground
And as the train pulls away I can hear the conductor say
Right track wrong train (echoes)
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