Blacktop Lyrics - Strap It On - Helmet

Your self control might be a muscle spasm 

New direction isn't everlasting though 

I grope for straws, you've got to plan this week 

Then the crutch dissolves, well she's just too sweet 

Ration of blacktop on the slope of nowhere 

Came out to greet the unresponsive stare 

Turn green with envy over something you missed 

You didn't know what, when you fell down in it 

Walk on top, you run beneath 

Blacktop spreads, blacktop speeds 

Walk on top, you run beneath 

Blacktop spreads, blacktop speeds