UP AT THE WINDOWS
OF UNSEEN WARDS
TRAFFIC CONTROL BEHIND
MIND CONTROL AHEAD
SOME PEOPLE TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
SOME PEOPLE LEAVE ME COLD
NEON LIGHTS GO ON
WE'RE ALL CRUISING ALONG
THE BELTS AND THE BUCKLES, THE SCARS ON OUR KNUCKLES
THE TEARS & THE BATTLES THAT STRENGTHEN OUR SHACKLES
THE FRIENDS AND THE TRAITORS, THE SOLEMN TAILGATERS
THE TIRED FELL-RUNNERS WHO TRAIN THROUGH THE SUMMER
YOU HIT AND YOU HOPE
ALONG DESIRE LINES
YOU HIT AND YOU HOPE
THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE
THE SEA-BED MONSTERS WHO WANDER AMONGST US
THE ANXIOUS NOTE-WRITERS, NIGHT-FRIGHTERS, NAIL-BITERS
IF THEY LAY DOWN MORE SPEED RAMPS WE'LL TAKE TO THE SEAS
IF THEY PUT UP MORE BARBED WIRE WE'LL JUST LEARN TO FLY
IF THEY CUT DOWN MORE TREES WE'LL GO UNDERGROUND
IF THEY SNUFF OUT MORE LIVES, OH LORD, I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO RUN
THE TERRAIN IS LOOKING ROUGH
AND LITTERED WITH TRASH
WHILE YOU'RE UPSTAIRS SLEEPING IT OFF
SHE'S BEING TURNED OVER BY A LONG-DISTANCE LOVER
THE COTTON-EYED SNIPERS, THE JAIL-BAIT JUICERS
THE PRINCES OF THIEVES AND THE NURSES OF BRUISES
THE WARTS ON OUR FINGERS, THE THROATS OF OUR SINGERS
THE MYSTERY JETS AND THE TRUTH THAT THEY BRING US
THE SMILES OF THE CYNICS, THE SELF-ABSORBED MIMICS
THE REST OF THE PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW THEIR LIMITS
THE BOOTS AND THE LACES, THE HOOKS IN OUR FACES
THE BEST OF THE FIGHTERS ARE THE WORST OF THE USELESS.
OF UNSEEN WARDS
TRAFFIC CONTROL BEHIND
MIND CONTROL AHEAD
SOME PEOPLE TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
SOME PEOPLE LEAVE ME COLD
NEON LIGHTS GO ON
WE'RE ALL CRUISING ALONG
THE BELTS AND THE BUCKLES, THE SCARS ON OUR KNUCKLES
THE TEARS & THE BATTLES THAT STRENGTHEN OUR SHACKLES
THE FRIENDS AND THE TRAITORS, THE SOLEMN TAILGATERS
THE TIRED FELL-RUNNERS WHO TRAIN THROUGH THE SUMMER
YOU HIT AND YOU HOPE
ALONG DESIRE LINES
YOU HIT AND YOU HOPE
THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE
THE SEA-BED MONSTERS WHO WANDER AMONGST US
THE ANXIOUS NOTE-WRITERS, NIGHT-FRIGHTERS, NAIL-BITERS
IF THEY LAY DOWN MORE SPEED RAMPS WE'LL TAKE TO THE SEAS
IF THEY PUT UP MORE BARBED WIRE WE'LL JUST LEARN TO FLY
IF THEY CUT DOWN MORE TREES WE'LL GO UNDERGROUND
IF THEY SNUFF OUT MORE LIVES, OH LORD, I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO RUN
THE TERRAIN IS LOOKING ROUGH
AND LITTERED WITH TRASH
WHILE YOU'RE UPSTAIRS SLEEPING IT OFF
SHE'S BEING TURNED OVER BY A LONG-DISTANCE LOVER
THE COTTON-EYED SNIPERS, THE JAIL-BAIT JUICERS
THE PRINCES OF THIEVES AND THE NURSES OF BRUISES
THE WARTS ON OUR FINGERS, THE THROATS OF OUR SINGERS
THE MYSTERY JETS AND THE TRUTH THAT THEY BRING US
THE SMILES OF THE CYNICS, THE SELF-ABSORBED MIMICS
THE REST OF THE PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW THEIR LIMITS
THE BOOTS AND THE LACES, THE HOOKS IN OUR FACES
THE BEST OF THE FIGHTERS ARE THE WORST OF THE USELESS.