so you say you’ve been a banion.
and you don’t own this life oh like you own this road.
and it’s a long hot drive out of the city tonight.
and as you watch them sleep you don’t know what you know.
make it a swear make it unclear just make it as easy as you can.
tank in the yard, thorn in the eyes.
it’s all about sacrifice and wealth.
make it a swear make it unclear.
I’m easy and simple like a prayer.
tank in the yard, thorn up the eyes.
but don’t ever compromise yourself.
ah the rain.
how it breathes life back into this worn and weathered soil like a whiskey cane.
and you talk in your sleep and you know that you do.
how you’ll die like a rose that’s been touched.
I can never believe you again.
I’m a blip on your television screen.