we had no trouble with the face of any plot
when I¹d been out stealing when in closet I was caught
I said never but I was the first to direct you
cause your own suicide was legal as infractures
I¹m on a train whitout a traction
I¹m lost on a road that owns a fraction
I¹m rasing my stake while my time
I¹m spending on rubber dolls and outlaws
but I tracked you  to collect you  protect you
from mercy from morals and I never would neglect you or be cold
from my angers my laughs that ain¹t rolling
like your own genocide was mentally directed by
forces sweet forces that deranged you
or be cocked or outknocked by amazing
staindrops but I¹ts been so wrong but It¹s been so long
yes I¹ve been a fool to be tempted to treat you
for beating the record the simonized packard
the girl on the roam that ain¹t never getting picked up smashed up
stuck inside a resto rumble
I got the phone but I never get a dial tone

angels could have crooked you
could have booked you
to go tripping in timbuktu
but would you would you prefer to refer to your nephew
white outlined curfew

forces no forces could retain you
or be clocked or be blocked in outrageous
pit stops but I¹ve been so wrong yes I¹ve been so long
yes I¹ve been so wrong to be there to protect you
I¹m not the wrecker the window the mekka
the man on the roam that ain¹t never getting backed up smashed up
steering like a renegade rambler
I got the phone but I never got the dial tone
but Instead I¹m calling to a rapped up and mapped up a stoned
with my breeze   a number one   yeah I¹m a song   an open door
while all my patients are rude well I¹m a inspecting the rodeo
and not adore ya or bore ya
but about warn you I gotta listen far ya
love is the rapture honesty faillure
love is the record that I won¹t play for you

angels could have crooked you
could have booked you
to go tripping in timbuktu
but would you would you prefer to refer to your nephew
white outlined curfew