One look, twice sold, three for the way she looks at me.. Held up, let down, she sings me silent melodies.. Hair whipped, tight lipped, I been calling out for you..
I'm waking up to ash and dust. I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust. I'm breathing in the chemicals. . I'm breaking in, shaping up. Then checking out on the prison bus.
Whoa, oh, oh. Whoa, oh, oh. Whoa, oh, oh. Whoa. . I'm waking up to ash and dust. I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust. I'm breathing in the chemicals. .