I was walking through the jungle, and I. Was looking for good business. Something to take away the risk. Break or bust or call it quits. See an object in the air.
Who's got a hand on the crackdown?. Who's got the word on the double talk?. Hands on the wheel in a flash of steel. We got a secret letter with a government seal.
They don't want me. They used to want me. But they don't want me. Anymore. I used to belong. Now I don't belong. It's not the same song. Anymore. We used to play games.
A telepathic line to a shadow. On the wall, just a passenger and that is all. Taking off on a midnight flight. The airline ticket in his hand held tight.