I dropped my anchor in the dead of night Unpacked my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where
It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash soul Like a fryin' pan when the fire's gone Drivin' my pig while the bands takin' pictures in the grass And
The last survivor of a boiled crown Another casualty with the casual frown The janitor vandals they bark in your face Juveniles with the piles and paste
Knock it baby Keep on truckin' like a Novacane hurricane Low static on the paranoid shortwave Short fuse, got to dismantle Code red, what's your handle
An open road where I can breathe Where the lowest low is callin' to me I can pull myself back up, back down Stuck together like a readymade And nobody
Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis Stealing kisses
She's got cigarette on each arm She's got the Lilly-white cavity crazes She's got a carburetor tied to the moon Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages
There's a destination, a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low The jig-saw jazz and the get
I don't need no wheels I don't need no gasoline 'Cause the wind that is blowin' Is blowin' like a smoke machine If I said to you That I was lookin' for
You've been so long Your blind eyes are gone Your old bones are on their own So take off your coat Put a song in your throat Let the dead beats pound
{High five, High five! High five, High five! C'mon ! Hey! Everybody! C'mon ! Seven! C'mon, now! Six! Five! Yeah, I like that shit} When I rock it's like
on up the hill but there's nothin' there left to kill Throwin' your two bit cares down the drain Yea Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay Just passin' through Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay
: Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading And everywhere I look There's a dead end waiting Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis Stealing kisses
: She's got cigarette on each arm She's got the lily-white cavity crazes She's got a carburetor tied to the moon Pink eyes looking to the food of the
: You only got one finger left And it's pointing at the door And you're taking for granted What the Lord's laid on the floor So I'm picking up the pieces
: I dropped my anchor in the dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the policeman
: Keep on trucking' like a novacane hurricane Blowing static on the paranoid short-wave Short fuse, got to dismantle Code red: what's your handle? Mission
