But I’m stuck on the grid
Asphalt and paint
And gasoline saints
That won’t even mind to bear witness
To hands on the gate
And watch while it shakes
And sometimes it’s over
Before it gets started
So call me when the coast is clear
Two evil eyes in a good, good head
Making an imprint in my bed
Wake up and take all your chances
Wish on the bone
And take yours on home
Your soap box has turned to an ice box
You’ll slip as it melts
It’s hotter than hell
And sometimes it’s over
Beforе it gets started
So call me whеn the coast is clear
Two evil eyes in a good, good head
Making an imprint in my bed
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