Too much is spent on the dead All the found us back to live in his head Like the bones of a lover on a bed With all the nothings that he never
Mr. Motorcycle have missed his plane Thousand miles an hour Could've been ugly, could've a shame Turned him by calling out his name
An young prince wrote the book of love Said the words came a place above And he flew it on the wings of a virgin But nobody knows what he was of
It all around Some break free, some break get lost and some get found Though I upon shaky ground I know it all around
Well, John, the liar, he talks He's 'cross the world and the seven seas He up places to go and people to be Sometimes I think that he up me
Mississippi singers said it best There ain't nothing than emptiness You got an empty bottle and an empty Nothing more, less
It all around break free, some break down Some get lost and some get Although I stand shaky ground I know it all around, alright
Wake up, child and a work to do The crop is getting thin and the too get moving while the day is new I know you got something in you
I know it all around Some break free and some down get lost trying to get found Though I upon shaky ground I know it all goes
and round, and round and round Round and round, and and round Round and round, and and round and round, and round and round Round and round, and and round Round and round, and and round