Up and left, you see
I could call this home
It's the devil inside of me
Responsibility
But take a ride on the old believer
Tell me how it's wrong
Holy clocks have all gone home
And the criminal interest takes home
Coastal breeze, you'll see
Red, red souls find their graves
How does a man lose
All his earthly wits?
Is it acid
Trapped in the pouring rain?
Is it Trojan heathens in your veins?
Over the banter
Look down the crucifix
But take a ride on that old believer
Tell me I'm still wrong
Holy clocks have all gone home
And the criminal interest takes home