Walking through the high dry grass, pushing my way through slow. Yellow belly black snake, sleeping on a red rock. Waiting for the stranger to go. Sugar train stops at the crossing, cane cockies cursing below.
Creature rise up from the deep. And walk on dry land on all fours. Throw your demons to the wind,. Matinee crowd they want to see you crawl. I can't explain the difference.
My grandfather went down with the MonteVideo. The rising sun sent him floating to his rest. And his wife fled south to Sydney seeking out safe harbor.
There's a man who walks the lonely field at midnight. He wears a matching suit, steel tipped shoes and the diamonds. And he holds the dying flame, the loaded dice and the answer.
Hollow threats and a great adventure. So much business, towns in the dirt. Company cars and efficient Americans. Three black boys sit in the corner. White woman waiting to talk.
Sorry I am for the hurt I caused. Grieving I still do over careless words. As I move freely to a place. The debris I left behind comes back into my day.
There is a place I was born. It is a place I've never seen. Don't even know where it is. Don't even know my name. . Where is home, where is my home?. I'm searching far and wide.
Tell all your friends I'm the cure. Tell them again and again. Watching the walls, spinning in doors. I can bring you peace of mind. . Use me whenever you please.
I'm head over heels. You know how it feels to be in love. I'm head over heels. Holding back the chills in love. I think I like the sound we're chasing.
Look at all the toys I got. Look at all the things I need. Look at all the toys I got. Look at all the mouths I feed. . Have I got a wonderful deal for you.
My life is a valuable thing. I want to keep it that way, I won't cry. My life's such a valuable thing. Some things don't fade away, I don't mind. We give the best we can give.
I'll give you something to write home about. And I'll take you somewhere, show you around. We burnt all the cars that laid down and died. We burnt all the trees to keep us alive.
The empire rings. The umpire's not laughing. The President's resented,. The Ambassador's a night club. You cannot get it out. . It's stuff you cannot taste or see.
All the screens are filled with heroes and losers. But the sky's still filled with stars. This junky palace might be on fire. Til the winners lose desire.
Skating down the street just beware;. People dropping dirt bombs everywhere.. When you smell that asphalt grin. And you feel it burn your skin. . Its gravelrash!.
In the morning we will wake up and take to the air. Look back at the planet - I'm glued to my chair. Southern half is burning as we climb through the cky.
Well I'm as old as the hills. And young as the day. Nobody sees things, in quite the same way. Computers and shovels, churches and brothels. Mannequins and skeletons, cities and dustbowls.
Few of the sins of the father, are visited upon the son. Hearts have been hard, our hands have been clenched in a fist too long. Our sons will never be soldiers, our daughters will never need guns.
It's 2am in Town Hall Station. Black walls and sleeping drunks. Are bad companions. Ice is there. Fear is there. Everyone is nowhere there's too much of nothing.
There is a place we're coming to. It is not green it is not blue. I hope that you understand. . The devil was a dancing on the old foreshore. Hitting up on bright lights and the liquor stores.