Do you ever stop, do you count all the invitations,At the end of
the day when it comes down to one decision,Deadbeat girls and
freaks out of people's convention,All these sugars with a
no vitamin sensation.Do you ever stop, do you look over old
relations,Look to the belly of another one's
emotions,Someone young in the winds of a revolution,Tryin'
to save his face in the evolution.Asleep at the wheel,No
windshield,But you know that the streets here don't
change.He's kept alive in the chain of a mental
starvation,Bone rail skinny only feeding off frustration,Unlike
you who seem bred from corruption,Feeding off the plates of an
un-united nation.Asleep at the wheel,No windshield,But you know
that the streets here don't change.With the lover in the
streets who's waiting to make aconnectionTo be the mother
to the soul of your next abortionShe'll steal your money
with the eyes of a baby's complexion,Then she'll laugh
at you and your sexual invention.Smelling like a rose in the
flowers of devotion,Devoted to the heat of a spotlight in
motion.With a face full of mud even though you were only
jokin',As if you really understood the value of
isolation.Asleep at the wheel,No windshield,But you know that
the streets here don't change.Your tongue so fast like a
freight train comin' a rollin'Every smile you
give's just to keep your mouth from closin'Every
engine burns as a silently / sign of the explosion,Locked in
neutral, your engines are broken.Like candle wax that sun melts
into the ocean,Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old
train station,You can color in the lines of a mother
earth's addictions,And not hold a gun in the face of the
earth's abduction.Asleep at the wheel,No windshield,But you
know that the streets here don't change.
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