day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on
I was driving Went out on the town The show was at the palace So we all went on down We all had a bomb as I recall But now it seems absurd As the madness
Here's a weird tale of madness About what happened to me I led a life full of luxury Till I broke down on my knees Cadillacs and furcoats A mansion by
. I drag myself through the debris. I never felt more alone than on this starry road. The air is warm but I feel grey. The chill of dawn on a funeral day
like you) The other night I was reckless, I snatched a dude's necklace (did you?) Now I'm on the low, the hood crime infested If you take a nigga necklace
'm hearing voodoo drum beats its total madness until the new day dawns I'm bloody butt naked sitting on my front lawn the red moon passes with the new day
I had a dream last night I was a bird in flight A burning city on my left And a golden one on my right There was a woman there Tearing out her hair In
day afternoons My occupation is a picker And music is my game Sometimes it makes me crazy But I would not change a thing So lay down a back beat Crank
, you sing it on and on, on and on Highway song is as lonely as the road I'm on Highway song, you sing it on and on, on and on Highway song is as lonely
Still you don't absorb a word I say But now there is a border a line of blood Now men patrol the border but they're dead Somewhere a bird is flying,
In the town The start of day The father thinks in sadness On why his daughters went away On youth and other madness I know we don't choose who we love
as a clown Entertaining A&R's too deaf to hear the sound You are a has been rapper, talking 'bout your style's nice Saying, ?I'm independent now, looking for a new life? A
to have a Scotch. Would you like to join me? Felicia- By all means have a drink- that's your answer to everything, isn't it? There isn't a problem on
. I've made a start already. Come on down here and have a look. JOURNALIST: In the cellar was a tunnel scarcely ten yards long, that had taken him a
Penny You've got a sweet lookin' head, Bobby, a sweet lookin' head! But you keep it up there in the clouds day after day after day and it's gotta come
happier than most Crossing england coast to coast, Through your town, And as I cross the land And I cry a salty tear, For those who are not here On this day