US highway from north to south It's history breathing Get out from under the gun Drive down Highway 61 Hannibal's son saw the Gold Rush Saw the
Facing a crossroads we've come to, Weighted with sinking thoughts of heresy, It's been slow, A good show just the same, Been hanging on so long, Hanging
Love is the pavement With spit in your heart Slow diamond's no laughter Sweep the hellhound trail Translate the faces Wash off the dust Smoke
Three generations can't be wrong Roll around roll around with their favorite songs Vinyl disc with power to hypnotize Visions of blues and jump and jive
Living on medication Don't wanna know what I've done Place to place, on the run Living on medication Living on medication Wanted to slow the world
Can't taste holy water Can't find it in the well Been doing a lot of thinking Thinking about hell Thinking about the ozone Thinking about lead
Happy hair with fashion eye Climbed up the Ivory Tower Just forgot what the game was for Just forgot what the game was for Sing the streets of silence
A mobile means to make the time A whirlwind half mast the senses Shaking your own brand of rhyme Shaking your own brand of rhyme On wide avenues
Written about to death Around for another breath The cops will run The masses will flow Killed by consolidation Killed by saturation The underground
Jet pilot for the day Washed his sins away Loves to see the Rangers play His daddy has a job in Washington Wants to raise a Harvard son Junior
One, two, one Well, when I was just a little bitty kid I remember one time Mommy said "Daddy sends you all his love from 'Frisco Bay" Well I didn't
April 27, 1865 the worst American Disaster of the maritime No one knows the count of lives lost The soldiers, civilians and the sisters of charity $
From different levels just pieces together Never had a fall that didn't burn with laughter Living it down just enough time to revel All this talk about
There is a slowness on the throttle A sterility at an end Painted out of a corner Breaks to bind the strands To decide within the barnstorm Or shadows
Say hello to the blue side hanging around Didn't think it mattered, just a force of habit With room to roam, the wayside heals all that's wrong Didn't
She'll take you there and back again Coltrane free as she finds her way She doesn't waste the time that she's given She knows what she wants Fashion needs
Pattern doesn't match Pictures fall from their base Pulling out of the race Put up the red flag Matters close at hand Cross over the land You get so
My mind's made up to pacing across the floor No point in staying if we're not saying war I don't mind hanging around Whatever now and what else can I
