Windows are closing, you smell the track Traffic is heavy
Up riding the rack Bodies are buried, freeways and wells Boneyards with vistas Gateways to hell When its all over,
Youll frown and fret Way down the line Where no angels tread Soldiers are gathering, not missing a beat A poetry reading, while reaping the wheat Out looking for venus Shes black marble on ice Cut to precision Weighted like dice When its all over, youll frown and fret
Way down the line, where no angels tread Maybe youll make it, maybe you wont The world and his dog, wont care if you dont ( When its all over, Youll frown and fret Way down the line, where no angels tread
Maybe youll make it, maybe you wont
The world and his dog wont care if you dont When its all over, Youll frown and fret
Way down the line, where no angels tread (instrumental over and out!).
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