Jesus Is My Ride Home Lyrics - Crime In Stereo

Sin first through the madness, Glass and Ash. Rooftop 

perched staggering captains over the backyard captive. 

and it's not what's so attractive is in the madness 

and sin. it's in waiting for the kids to ignite so we 

can see what happens watch the place divide into 

private bathrooms, arising wide -eyed scissored 

straws, looking surprised. we can watch the commerce 

rise across the cobblestone, selling everything from 

getting stoned to being less alone. and if you want to 

be left alone endanger gutters on your own. what's the 

use of those solitary's rooftop blues when there's 

smoke to stain your fingers? chasing rafters, raining 

sulfur and English on every pretty face in the room. 

oh the gravity of the spinning ground slows the 

growing legend in this house surrounds the night, 

closing in like a crowd in gossip, traffic and sound 

oh the soul of this dying town, it's come alive when 

you come around in every muscle twitch that shakes the 

dust right off your skin. every backseats niche. the 

younger kid that run to tell their friends all the 

things our private roof can bring. much of madness, 

much of sin.