"Edge Of Barstow" lyrics
"Edge Of Barstow"
I know cops and junkies in a void, the two the same
I've got friends who are weak, and friends who'll raise the cane
I'm a beatnik drunk don't pray for me
I keep these ghost good company
If I can't run with the wolves tonight then I shall let them devour me
Let hurricanes guide my way
Down silent empty streets we roam
If God comes knockin' tell 'em we don't live here anymore
Black math motorcade swimmin' in and out of daze
And it ain't gettin' easier to win the wars we wage
I got friends who hate and breathe in smoke
I've got ones who love too much to cope
People that'll never know a thing about
They all never let any secrets out
There is no mercy in their eyes
We are just the drugs we take to escape
Somewhere along the edge of Barstow
There's somethin' uneasy in the air tonight
Somewhere along the edge of Barstow
Twisted beneath the desert mornin' light
Somewhere along the edge of Barstow
There's somethin' uneasy in the air tonight
Somewhere along the edge of Barstow
Twisted beneath the desert mornin' light
Somewhere along the edge of Barstow
- AZLyrics
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- Jason Cruz And Howl Lyrics
album:
"Good Man's Ruin" (2014)
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