Got more stripes on my sleeve than any sergeant The paralysed feel me, the blind see me And the deaf can hear me And the smart fear me Wh-which side you on? Hi-highway
Been on a barbed wire highway 40 days and nights I ain't complainin', it's my job and it suits me right I got a sweet soft fever rushin' around my head
the lights) The fuse is burning (come on let me do you right) Trees on fire with the first fall's frost Long black line in front of holy cross Blood
God core, urban inspirational Holy hip hop You know the type, all in your city Word up I know that the dayz ahead are dark But you can shine the light
another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned lost children with dirty faces today No one really seems to care I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall Like the holy
of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today No one really seems to care I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall Like the holy
look then he's gone Pay attention and you might See just how he makes sparks fly Hands on the wheel, he's a permanent fixture Reads hot rod mags like Holy
't feel you anymore I can't even touch the books you've read Every time I crawl past your door I been wishin' I've been somebody else instead Down the highway
back I got his, schemin on mad niggaz Dats how we do bidz It's about time to start another, robbin spree Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump When
She gently falls asleep Her head is laid upon my lap The highway sings a lonesome lullaby My daughter here beside me My little boy is in my backseat
I live on the highway near the puppet motel I log in every day I know the neighborhood well. no about the residents of the puppet motel they're more than
might have heard the highway calling Geese in flight and dogs that bite Signs that might be omens say I'm going, going I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind With a holy
.m. I stopped for a burger in Holy Moses, thought I'd be further than I am now, another don't blink town There's no jaws of the highway gonna slow me
here to now Holy waters, holy way, holy waters, sweetest way Holy waters, holy way, holy waters, sweetest way Holy waters, holy way, holy waters, sweetest way Holy waters, holy way, holy
Hold up a picture of a highway And a picture of a home And a picture of some money And a picture of some bones All together, all in a row But out of
I hope there's not a war 'Cause I'm not in for killing another man Defending my holy land As if there's a god who would understand And I would walk across highways
highway runnin' up To my back door But it won't take me Where I want to be I took the I ninety five Down to Pensacola All I found Was a bunch of holy
Rockets I'm so sick of recycled metaphors Bet but I'd fuck Laura Ingalls only when she's done with her chores Got rappers tip toeing on a Highway to
