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