| Lyrics: | 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 a connection
To be the mother to the soul of your next
abortion
She'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 |
