Shooting for that line
Between skin and bone
That'll get the gears turning like new
But the fuels running shy
Before the finish line
I swore we had enough at high noon
Now the suns going down
The shops are closed
I hope we find our way back soon
But what we don't know just might **** us
We've been stopped by the Devils smooth moves
Some eyes are sharp
Some heads are dropping back
And I'm caught in between the two
With the rig pulling out
I start my count
And keep walkin cause there's nothing left to do
The feelings mystic
But I think I'm getting sick
The grounds spinning round my boots
So hold me down while I'm taking off
Lend a friend a helping hand
Keep me up over the next few bumps
Feels like I'm walking in sand
If you swallow that, friend
It just might **** ya
Don't go mixing up the reds and the blues
The time will come
When the land will rise
And the sky will fall down to your shoes
If I'm here that day when the fighting ends
I still think peace will hard to find
Cause they don't know what they're fighting for
So the real wars all in the mind