You pray for the sheep
I get closer to hell
I stand
Even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a
He snuck out of the city
The night it had come
Fake lightning flahes over the skyline
A deer in your headlights
So
You've narrowed it down to pictures of memory
You've narrowed it
One foot in front of the other
One foot back to
Here's the bright end of nowhere
Here's the results of all
How now are you gone awry?
How now are we
There's dirt in the machine, yeah, where there's oxygen there's
There's the house, there's the doorway, been locked out
The lights
Here it comes and there it goes
Another day of decomposing
They found sixth-form poetry scrawled on the walls
Today I'm leaving
This bullshit one horse town
Full of cowboys and
I've a favor to ask, maybe this is a bad
Headstrong, heavy weather
Going at it Hell-for-leather
Red lights flashing on
So
