Trapped inside my body.
Trapped inside my time.
I try to talk, but words collide.
I want to fly, but I can hardly walk.
Backed into a corner.
Smacked to holy tatters.
I grab for God, but he's out of reach,
I ride the tide back to the beach.
I pluck a horn from Satan's head,
I sit in with The Grateful Dead.
1 | I'm workin' on you |
2 | Janus |
3 | We want our brothers back |
4 | Born bad |
5 | Get outta town |
6 | Let 'er rip |
7 | Hey, Rosalyn! |
8 | Legacy |
9 | Can't slow down |
10 | Black is white |