Kerosene on a Sodom scene while Gomorrah stands watch
Nice girls singing softy turning the radio a notch
Baffled by the changing tides he groans in his sleep
As the watchman turns his flashbulb burns with a single noiseless creep
The jury is out with a case of gout and the defendant's left alone
Singing Dylan in his chambers and awaiting their return
The train rolls on and a new sun dawned in New Mexico last night
A swelling sound came pouring down from a deific ray of light
The demons will cling to you as if for dear dear life
And the sirens will do nothing till you've finally paid the price
Hot rod drawn angel cars will burn up in the night
And you stand on land blood in your hand thinking
"God, you've done me right"
Blistered by the rolling dice that haunt his waking dreams
He clamors for some soft remorse filtered by his teeth
Big Bad Bob broke bread with you and not one finger raised
Now he lives down where the sleepers fish with the echoes and delays
And the demons will cling to you as if for dear dear life
And the sirens will do nothing till you've finally paid the price
Hot rod drawn angel cars will burn up in the night
And you stand on land blood in your hand thinking
"God, you've done me right"
Earth, Wind, and Fire decide to retire at least for a little while
And Saturn weeps for he doesn't know when they will burn his file
Finally, the southern seas will calm down into dust
Black riders ride into the tide just 'cause they feel they must
And the demons will cling to you as if for dear dear life
And the sirens will do nothing till you've finally paid the price
Hot rod drawn angel cars will burn up in the night
And you stand on land blood in your hand thinking
"God, you've done me right"
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Kerosene on a Sodom scene while Gomorrah stands watch
Nice girls singing softy turning the radio a notch
Baffled by the changing tides he groans in his sleep
As the watchman turns his flashbulb burns with a single noiseless creep
The jury is out with a case of gout and the defendant's left alone
Singing Dylan in his chambers and awaiting their return
The train rolls on and a new sun dawned in New Mexico last night
A swelling sound came pouring down from a deific ray of light
The demons will cling to you as if for dear dear life
And the sirens will do nothing till you've finally paid the price
Hot rod drawn angel cars will burn up in the night
And you stand on land blood in your hand thinking
"God, you've done me right"
Blistered by the rolling dice that haunt his waking dreams
He clamors for some soft remorse filtered by his teeth
Big Bad Bob broke bread with you and not one finger raised
Now he lives down where the sleepers fish with the echoes and delays
And the demons will cling to you as if for dear dear life
And the sirens will do nothing till you've finally paid the price
Hot rod drawn angel cars will burn up in the night
And you stand on land blood in your hand thinking
"God, you've done me right"
Earth, Wind, and Fire decide to retire at least for a little while
And Saturn weeps for he doesn't know when they will burn his file
Finally, the southern seas will calm down into dust
Black riders ride into the tide just 'cause they feel they must
And the demons will cling to you as if for dear dear life
And the sirens will do nothing till you've finally paid the price
Hot rod drawn angel cars will burn up in the night
And you stand on land blood in your hand thinking
"God, you've done me right"
Nice girls singing softy turning the radio a notch
Baffled by the changing tides he groans in his sleep
As the watchman turns his flashbulb burns with a single noiseless creep
The jury is out with a case of gout and the defendant's left alone
Singing Dylan in his chambers and awaiting their return
The train rolls on and a new sun dawned in New Mexico last night
A swelling sound came pouring down from a deific ray of light
The demons will cling to you as if for dear dear life
And the sirens will do nothing till you've finally paid the price
Hot rod drawn angel cars will burn up in the night
And you stand on land blood in your hand thinking
"God, you've done me right"
Blistered by the rolling dice that haunt his waking dreams
He clamors for some soft remorse filtered by his teeth
Big Bad Bob broke bread with you and not one finger raised
Now he lives down where the sleepers fish with the echoes and delays
And the demons will cling to you as if for dear dear life
And the sirens will do nothing till you've finally paid the price
Hot rod drawn angel cars will burn up in the night
And you stand on land blood in your hand thinking
"God, you've done me right"
Earth, Wind, and Fire decide to retire at least for a little while
And Saturn weeps for he doesn't know when they will burn his file
Finally, the southern seas will calm down into dust
Black riders ride into the tide just 'cause they feel they must
And the demons will cling to you as if for dear dear life
And the sirens will do nothing till you've finally paid the price
Hot rod drawn angel cars will burn up in the night
And you stand on land blood in your hand thinking
"God, you've done me right"
Writer: Adam Cain
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