Pack up your bags and hit the road. Get rid of all the shit you own. All you'll need is yourself and a pair of dirty boots. You'd better plan to use. .
Panhandle, pedal faster. Playing card, listen, master. Pointed gun, aim to please. No one talking, no one sees. Take a stand and collect. Images and imageless.
Pass away the hours, hear the footsteps of the past. Walking up the stairs of time, knowing that I'm trapped. Cold winds of indifference persuade a movement south.
Thrift store cowboys, five and dime junkies. Red dirt plowboys, asphalt monkeys. Holy rollers, signal callers. Truck stop angels, backstreet brawlers.
Fight for your country. Fight for your life. Days are numbered. Soon dismembered. . Ultracore, ultracore. We don't wanna die in your fucking war. Ultracore, ultracore.
I can do anything with these hands,. Work all day like my old man. Until I'm delirious. . I know a good deal when I see one. A saint I'm never gonna be one.
I've walked the highway since I can't remember I cut my poor family right down to the bone From the shadows of hell, to the winds of December Layed down with a stranger, woke up all alone.
Trouble is a Friday night. When I'm feeling lonely. Trouble is too much time. On my hands. With you in my head. . Trouble is one more fireball. When I'm already lit,.
If there's one thing that I can't explain. Is why the world has to have so much pain. With all the ways of communicating. We can't get in touch with who we're hating.
So many crazy memories of you and me. Like the time we drove to the OC. Got so lost we thought we would never get home. You know the night when i gave my heart to you.
Several times I've tried. Everything to make you feel all right. (turn it around) is anything working?. Several times I've died inside. And then I see you get uptight.
You never used to care for fancy new obsessions. You never used to have a reason to be bored. Now you indulge yourself with new ways of possession. Now you indulge yourself and your feelings are ignored.
Chances are I took the wrong turn. Every time I had a turn to take. And I guess I broke my own heart. Every chance I had a heart to break. . And it seems I spent my whole life.
My friend, my friend, you are traveling. Some of your secrets are unraveling. Ooh, some other pictures are coming into view. I see the water washing over you.
I'm down again. And I don't know how to tell you. But maybe this time I can't come back. Because I might be too far down. . I wish for real. That I could turn it on and off.
You laughed and called me lucky. For having you around. And you stepped up to the bar. And stated swaying. . The crowd all sang of failures. We drank another round.
You don't buy me flowers. You don't buy me drinks. You don't drive me anywhere. But totally insane. . We used to talk for hours. Until the night was through.
Well, I followed my feet all across this land. A tune in my heart and a bottle in my hand. From the cold, cold East to the woods out West. Ain't no home, just lucky I guess.
Analyzed, thought it over too much. Criticize myself way too much. I will utilize the energy I have left. To say goodbye to you and I will survive. To you and I will survive.