Unlike you who seem bred from corruption
Asleep at the wheel
Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration
With a face full of mud even though you were only joking
You can color in the lines of the Mother Earth's addictions
With the smile you gives just to keep your mouth from closin'
She'll steal your money with the eyes of a baby's complexion
No windshield
No windshield
No windshield
Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station
But you know that the streets
Feeding off the plates of an un-united nation
He's kept alive in the chain of mental starvation
Every engine burns as a sign of the explosion
But you know that the streets
All these sugars with no vitamin sensation
But you know that the streets
Do you ever stop to look over old relations
Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion
With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection
Someone young in the winds of a revolution
Asleep at the wheel
Or look to the belly of another one's emotions
No windshield
Asleep at the wheel
As if you really understood the value of isolation
Locked in neutral your engines are broken
Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin'
And not hold a gun in the face of the Earth's abduction
Dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention
Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean
Then she'll laugh at you and your sexual invention
Asleep at the wheel
Trying to save his face in the evolution
Here don't change
Here don't change
But you know that the streets
Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion
Here don't change
To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion
