作词 : Pockets of Tofu
作曲 : Pockets of Tofu
编曲 : Pockets of Tofu
Coming in from Mexico
Half a mile from the border patrol
I got white lines on the vinyl dash
I'm breathin' in 'cause I'm goin' fast
I ain't got the time
Nothin' on my mind tonight
Red lights flashin'
Blue lights flashin' behind
Been havin' them ten foot dreams
Where I'm laced up in them concrete schemes
Hey Mama, I'm a jester's son
I love my thrill when I'm on my run
I ain't got the time
Nothin' on my mind tonight
Red lights flashin'
Blue lights flashin' behind
Take a look at me, tell me what you see
It's so obvious I'm not who I used to be
Some will say: redwoods tend to sway
I feel this way, dancing in the breeze
Love-tangled, beat-up words
Got stuck to the gravel side of the curb
And them four horsemen passed 'em by
They're countin' our sins, judgin' our crimes
Should I've stayed out
Should I've burned out and bow?
Well, you're caught up
And your fed up enough
Valley came and I shook the tail
Took my only chance to bail
Temptation had its lonely fun
In that matchbox 'neath that blazing sun
Should I've stayed out
Should I've burned out and bow?
Well, you're caught up
And your fed up enough
Take a look at me, tell me what you see
It's so obvious I'm not who I used to be
Some will say: redwoods tend to sway
I feel this way, dancing in the breeze
Take a look at me, tell me what you see
It's so obvious I'm not who I used to be
Some will say: redwoods tend to sway
I feel this way, dancing in the breeze