There's a dead man hanging
Slumped over the steering wheel
Of an interstate runaway, bursting into flames
And the devil was gently breathing
Sleeping face-down in my apartment
And like all his friends, I'm growing tired of his games
And there's a homeless man, arranging his hands
Grooving to the beat radiating from a police scanner
He said, "The air was feeling good to me
As cool and ripe as air can be"
And a woman who sincerely believes in UFOs
Who can blame her when the
Stars are hanging overhead
Dangling by a thread
Floating ten thousand feet off the ground
This was a story told to me
When I was just the age of 17
One which God himself dictated to me
He said, "This is how all this shit's gonna be
When I blow your little planet into smithereens
Blow your little planet into smithereens"
It haunted my dreams
Like an accident on replay on
The TV screen
Slumped over the steering wheel
Of an interstate runaway, bursting into flames
And the devil was gently breathing
Sleeping face-down in my apartment
And like all his friends, I'm growing tired of his games
And there's a homeless man, arranging his hands
Grooving to the beat radiating from a police scanner
He said, "The air was feeling good to me
As cool and ripe as air can be"
And a woman who sincerely believes in UFOs
Who can blame her when the
Stars are hanging overhead
Dangling by a thread
Floating ten thousand feet off the ground
This was a story told to me
When I was just the age of 17
One which God himself dictated to me
He said, "This is how all this shit's gonna be
When I blow your little planet into smithereens
Blow your little planet into smithereens"
It haunted my dreams
Like an accident on replay on
The TV screen
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