There was a black heart beatin' in a cowboy's chest. When the sun had cooked him through. And the tracks were tears on a cigarette. When the sky had opened up again.
You got to bury, bury, bury your dyin' mother.. Bury your dyin' mother in the ground, ground, ground.. Because one day (one day) one day (one day). One day she'll be singin' up in the sky, sky, sky..
I have been driving all night. Bathing in fluorescent light. Of a western Tennessee gas station. With a pack of two way action. Im subsisting on a fraction.
Too long, you waited too long to come home. Now your daddy dont want you no more. Too long, you dont belong here anymore. So quit your knock, knocking at my door.
Viridian green. Was the color that triggered. The relapse that brought on. The idiots genius. . Viridian green was. Mossy and seamless. . The insidious dream.
Well, I can tell by the way you take your infusion. You've spent some time in a mental institution. What a dream, life would seem if only. They let you keep your etch-a-sketch.
Oh, the wind whistles down the cold dark street tonight. And the people they were dancing to the music vibe. And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair.