(USA) Staring through the boring Montana skyline Wishing that this journey would come to an end Rolling stoned I'm listing to the gussler I want a wash
I grew up in the deep South, and wore dungarees. We lived in a little shack, and ate bacon grease. I slept with my sister, and she slept with my pa. It
I once believed, all girls are nice, but listen to me, take my advice. You've gotta get yourself on the right track, 'cus finding a good girl, Boy, is
From the slums to the suburbs, there's a rallying cry People are kicking authority, blacking its eye It's sure time to party when your freedom comes Flowers
The night air's cool but your system's not, you stand for what you care for, not for what you've got. The streets are mean, keep your conscience clean
No survivors in this game of hate We all get changed in a certain way Our ideals changed by mortar There isn't a person who doesn't pay No survivors,
He'll be buzzing in your head When you're long gone Fever burning, stomach churning He can take you on Maniac, he's a maniac and he's on the loose A
Lying on my back, staring up to the sky, thunder black clouds, I hear a distant cry. Needle sharp start like diamonds on velvet, and the snail trail of
If your body's feeling bad, and it's the only one you had. If your mind is in a state, stainless steel penetrate. I can ease your pain away, just an hour
GO!!! Residing pack of goods, smoking nighty-nine were having laughs,and the time of our life to mock the hell yea, life on the road I'll fucking blow
Go! Yeah, life machine from the day we're born Didn't realize it was just our dawn By the media we've been accepted In reality still rejected Say from
Kickin' up the dust clouds here we go, out to the Wild West. Ride the ferry as the sun goes down, carrying on the quest. But on the way back all's not
They shocked the world cause they wanted to live. They had no food, no alternative. Lost in the snow weak in the mind. Starving and cold ate their own
See the man see him run, where's he going where's he coming from ? What's he carrying under his arm ? Stay away it'll do you harm. See the man run.
You were there, when I needed a place to crash, I had no money, you gave me all your cash. You're my burning sun in my darkest hour, you're the problems
Broken glass is everywhere, crunchin' underfoot, the windswept streets preparing for the flood. A priest with a bible is doing all the plugs, jobs now
You've got a fast brain, it's like a bullet train. You've been branded, LINE TO BE ADDED ! Your scream's like gasoline, it burned me to the core. You
Bring me your poor, give me your weak, 'cos I can make strong, the man who can't speak. I'm out on my own in the field of life, harvesting souls for your