Odelay

Keep on trucking' like a novacane hurricane Blowing static on the paranoid short-wave Short fuse, got to dismantle Code red: what's your handle? Mission incredible undercover convoy Full-tilt chromosome cowboy X-ray search and destroy Smokestack blac

Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas Cabos sueltos enlazan a mi cabeza Si pensabas ir al lugar donde los paganos van Pongalo junto Invitacion extraño. Despierto, Alguien arrastra mis huesos Nosotros, Acendemos en la tarde Y recuerdo tu sonrisa, D

somethings wrong cause my mind is fading and everywhere i look theres a dead end waiting temperatures dropping at the rotten qasis stealing kisses from the leperous faces heads are hanging from the garbage man trees mouthwash jukebox gasoline pistols

I don't need no wheels I don't need no gasoline 'Cause the wind that is blowing Is blowing like a smoke machine If I said to you That I was looking for a place to get to 'Cause my neck is broken And my pants ain't getting no bigger I got a stolen wif

there's a destination a little up the road from the habitations and the towns we know a place we saw the lights turn low the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow pulling out jives and jamboree handouts two turntables and a microphone bottles and cans

It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song Like a frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the grass In my radio smashed And I like pianos in the evening sun Dragging my heels 'til my day is done Saturda

I been drifting along In the same stale shoes Loose ends tying a noose In the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation When I wake up Someone will