Pig Wings

Where rubber meets asphalt cracks
Where the sand meets sky and our flags flap
Where we swallow fire and the lightning claps
The rumbling motors always bring us back

High noon, we were already on the road
Left our fear to the vultures and sold the devil our souls
Chasing blotter with the bottle, burning bibles, cranking throttles, watching the day unfold
Too good of a tale to go untold, but we don't all get old, you know

First town in 40 miles, our leader signaled to stop, cause there were beers to drink, and caps to pop,
I hung to the back so that I could keep watch
The liquor-lotto didn't know what hit it until after it got knocked

We bashed in the door and shot at the ceiling,
The locals knew that we would be stealing,
My buddy grabbed the clerk by the collar of his shirt and clocked him in the jaw, man you know it hurt
So get your hands up high, reach for the sky
If nobody's a hero, then nobody dies

I copped the bag of loot
And it was time to scoot,
We made for the hills
And on the lam to boot,

By then, the doses really started kicking in
Reality was shifted, my world began to spin
Just like a wheel on my bike cutting through the wind
A kaleidoscopic wonder, so we took it in

Suddenly the pigs were right on our tail, just leave to the cops to turn a good trip stale
We split up, veering off the trail, and I was really loosing grip on what was real

The red and blue lights started fading away, the siren's wailing sounded like a distant arcade game
I was shrouded in light, falling from above, I was floating in the sky like a holy dove

In that moment I left the earth
Don't know where I went, or what it's worth
But when I came to, it was noon a month later
And I was laying on the track of a hay elevator