Miracle Mile Lyrics - Monks Of Doom

When your radar tower's on the ground 

And the dots on the screen have no meaning at all 

Try to guide myself by sight and sound 

But my location seems wrong 

So show me a place where something's right 

Black smoke beating from miles of steel 

Like cast iron ornaments upon the hillside 

Like casks of solid oak, the whiskey starts to age 

So take another drink my friend 

Like a satellite waiting for the judgment day 

Take another drink like a satellite 

And hold it in waiting for the judgment day 

When you walk along a desert shore 

'Til the soles of your feet are not there anymore 

Would you drop yourself down a ways 

For the savior to come 

And steal your minds away 

Black smoke was beating from miles of steel 

Dotting the hillsides of the miracle mile 

Looking up into the sky 

Points of light that go rushing by 

We're just sitting on our hands 

Like a satellite waiting for the judgment day 

Waiting for the judgment day 

Flat on our backs, holding it in 

We're just waiting for you 

And waiting for the judgment day 

Flat on our backs, holding it in 

We're just waiting for you 

And waiting for the judgment day 

Hey, the jokes on us 

Rogue dreams reduced to snuff 

Lots of talking on the left speaker than the right 

Sid down