methinks it time to burn
in the great gasoline american night
trapped behind hollow eyes
madness is a whore that screams there
the bluebird isn't flyin anymore
the shacks have all burnt down
the sky seems to be leanin a little bits to the right
gonna catch the next train to the son man
try not to burn before i gets there
try not to turn back or even lose my gloo
pointless yesterdays witherin my mind
hindsight the knife that plunges into black
too much emotion for a reason
too many reasons to ever look back
the highway leads me on into the darkness
to the remote desert etched within my mind
and i'm just dyin to get there
filled with liquor
fidgetin midgets
girls with wet panties
and big brown eyes
poetry readins in graveyards
but you never quite gets rid of the fears
they remain there like steel vultures
and dead gameshow hosts
there's a little boy bleedin inside my brain
runnin like hell
and always veerin a little bit off the track
seems like such a familiar scene
headless horsemen givin head to exhaust pipes
unborn babies cryin for their dad
seen it all in a dream
been it all in a dream