Movin' light, dream machinery. Crashin' in, through my balcony - oh no. I shout down the line but could not get through. Cause the telephone never rings when you want it to.
Cold sweat, sweat it out in the land of the midnight sun. Walk it off - sort it out, figure out what you're running from. I'm all alone on the outside of town.
We were the children of '45. Loaded like pistols and taught how to die. We looked the enemy straight in the eye (And never surrender). Through trenches dug in the back of my mind.
It's always one thing or another, seems like we never get ahead. Reaching out for the brass ring, and landing in the dirt instead. We can't get past yesterday, we're only counting down from ten.
Firewalkers feel no pain from the coals. Ruled by passion beyond their control. Vengeance is king in the zone of Red Vision. Sparks fly and tempers flair.
It's a cold world that we live in all the people say. That this world is gettin' colder day by day. Too little warmth left in our lives. I don't know if what the people say is true.
Just like every cross you ever carried. every badge you ever wore. Every vow you ever taken. every oath you ever swore. Every kiss you ever stolen. every moment that you waste.
The hammer lands. The verdict stand. The walls come tumbllin down. The color code. Rule of thimb. Shadows on the sun. . Can you tell me?. Where it's really at.
From the top of the hill. You can see all the lights. Of the diamond field. The treasure buried in plain sight. . Where one man's loss. Is another man's gain.
Art attacks from subway walls. Sprayed like bullets into concrete face. Everywhere you turn, knuckles are crackin'. Suburban monkeys break ghetto habits.
You punch your way through a world of good intentions. People don't matter, all you want to do is win. And nothing ever comes too fast for a man of means.