I was standing in line, I was biding my time. I was watchin' a clock on the wall. And it was two minutes till lunch, so I got good and ready. Just then I heard the telephone call.
Chorus:. You're twisted, that's what you are. Just like a bee buzzin' in a jar. Frayed and ragged, spent and strained. Watchin' that water spin down the drain.
I was walking through the jungle, and i. Was looking for good business. Something to take away the risk. Break or bust or call it quits. See an object in the air.
Now, south of Drag-strip Hollow. Right past Deadman's Curve. There's a message in a bottle. It's a scandal, have you heard. . Now, the bishop's wife just closed the door.
I've wandered far and wide. This road keeps winding on. Can't stop these hands of time. Or right a world gone wrong. . Chorus:. And I guess somewhere way out along the way.
Wake up in the morning, pull myself outta bed. Think about the night before and everything I said. I've made lots of promises I know that I can't keep.
Low vibration of the human skull. Clean the cobwebs from my head. Twisted ribbon of my dna. It's like the spaceman said. A million miles from reality, that's where.
Time is lifeless. Time is here. Time is frozen. And it seems like years. Time is rolling. Time is wrong. No one knowing. Why it takes so long. Chorus:.
Bobby had a background. He'd done some prison time. He borrowed a police car. Drove it over the state line. His partner wore a red dress. She looked like Stubby Kaye.
Who's got a hand on the crackdown?. Who's got the word on the double talk?. Hands on the wheel in a flash of steel. We got a secret letter with a government seal.
They don't want me. They used to want me. But they don't want me. Anymore. I used to belong. Now I don't belong. It's not the same song. Anymore. We used to play games.
News travels fast in a small desert town. So it wasn't long at all before the word got around. That a killin' mad car was headed their way. So the sheriff and the boys were gonna stop him.
A telepathic line to a shadow. On the wall, just a passenger and that is all. Taking off on a midnight flight. The airline ticket in his hand held tight.
Crickets are chirpin'. The water is high. There's a soft cotton dress. On the line hangin' dry. The windows wide open. African trees. Bent over backward.
A crowd came in and sat down. And then a man began to yell. About savin' souls to heaven. And for the sinner there was hell. Well later on that night.
Water is crashin' on the rocks down below. A side window rolls down on an El Dorado. Hear the hush of the voices...there's a flash from inside. And no one bothers to conceal what they cannot hide.
The room was dark. It looked like someone had to get out fast. A window open by the fire escape. "How long have you been following this guy?". The bell boy asked.
Yeah!. Bring me water, bring me coal. We just missed hittin' that telephone pole. Yeah, we're fallin' down in a cactus patch. When it get dark, you light the match.
Didn't want no MTV,. Didn't want no VH-1. Was a time so long ago. Yeah, we had some punk-rock fun. Made a great big noise. For all the girls and boys.