
Interstate 80 Tom Morello (Ft. Slash)
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[Verse 1: Tom Morello]
Just last night I finished a bite
At the corner of Illinois Grand
When a shadow passed over Broadway and Dover
Seven bodies smashed into the damn
The next day they say the levee gave way
Birds fell from the sky like stars
There was ice in the elms, no one at the helm
The damn finally broke but no one thought to film
[Chorus 1: Tom Morello]
The exodus of the Greyhound bus
As it roared from heaven's gate
Flash bulb pop as the front linе drop
I'ma turn up to Interstate 80 (80, 80, 80)
[Verse 2: Tom Morello]
Now a river kеpt rising and I was surmising
If I stood up, I might stand a chance
To avoid a repeat of those that died in their sleep
'Cause they didn't have the courage to dance
Well the locks were shaking, and no one's waiting
To see who's in line for the throne
Something on my mind burns like turpentine
It scours the soul and steals the spine
Just last night I finished a bite
At the corner of Illinois Grand
When a shadow passed over Broadway and Dover
Seven bodies smashed into the damn
The next day they say the levee gave way
Birds fell from the sky like stars
There was ice in the elms, no one at the helm
The damn finally broke but no one thought to film
[Chorus 1: Tom Morello]
The exodus of the Greyhound bus
As it roared from heaven's gate
Flash bulb pop as the front linе drop
I'ma turn up to Interstate 80 (80, 80, 80)
[Verse 2: Tom Morello]
Now a river kеpt rising and I was surmising
If I stood up, I might stand a chance
To avoid a repeat of those that died in their sleep
'Cause they didn't have the courage to dance
Well the locks were shaking, and no one's waiting
To see who's in line for the throne
Something on my mind burns like turpentine
It scours the soul and steals the spine
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