At junction 8 the traffic starts to slow Artilleries of braking lights and bluish glow Ascending in a plumage of twisted steel Shattered glass and confetti dashed upon the wheel
When a car crash gets you off you've lost your grip When a fuck is not enough you know you've slipped When the church is full it means you've just been had When the world has gone to seed you're so detached
Got a feeling that I want you to be there
Driving by on my way to somewhere else I fill my lungs with a noxious burning smell There is weed and grey concrete like this for miles Dead souls in my rear view mirror hitch a ride for a while
Come lay it down, wont you, Come burn it down, cant you, Lay it down, the guns above the ground Come lay it down, wont you, Come burn it down, cant you, Lay it down, the guns above the ground
Nlelith is a prophet From the prophet came the king From the king came the pauper From the pauper came the swing From the swing came creation From creation came love, You dont know what this love is all about,
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Praise praise the Lord and pass the ammunition, Life affirming and our spiritual trust
Lay it down, wont you, Come burn it down, cant you, Lay it down, the guns above the ground
Nlelith is a prophet From the prophet came the king From the king came the pauper From the pauper came the swing From the swing came creation From creation came love, You dont know what this love is all about,
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Praise praise the Lord and pass the ammunition, Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Praise praise the Lord and pass the ammunition,
Buddha, Mohammad and the Hindu Lost 100 Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Praise praise the Lord and pass the ammunition, People still ask when will Armageddon begin,
Dragging my feet any longer through the pussy litter, Dragging my feet any longer through the pussy litter, Dragging my feet any longer through the pussy litter,
Nlelith is a prophet From the prophet came the king From the king came the pauper From the pauper came the swing From the swing came creation From creation came love, You dont know what this love is all about,
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Praise praise the Lord and pass the ammunition, Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Praise praise the Lord and pass the ammunition,
Do we ever have enough, When we see that blue dove Do we ever have enough When we see that blue dove We want to go where no ones been No ones been
Come lay it down, wont you, Come burn it down, cant you, Lay it down, the guns above the ground Wont you.
