grass and madness
masks the face of those concealed
where the concrete splits the ancient battlefield
but it just makes me feel lonely
yeah, it just makes me feel lonely
(and the wagon train will run you over)
bite off the top of a four leaf clover
i cannot have faith in a hypocrite.
can you please not waste my time
can you just not waste my
trade your walkman
_ in the front seat
rusty cannons point the way back home to saddle creek
and, and these days, they last forever.
and this road goes on forever.
(and the wagon train will run you over)
bite off the top of a four leaf clover
i cannot have faith in a hypocrite.
can you please not waste my time
this is such a waste of
tell me, what did that guy say?
did he finally get his way?
tell me, what did that guy do?
did he lay his hands on you?
(so what did that guy say to finally get his way?
so what did that guy do?
did he lay his hands on you
to make your thighs quiver?)