When the city is burnin but we don’t sweat, and it’s russian roulette most every step, one for the money two fold the time, thats all that matters in this life of mine.
As we all ride out into the sunset, run down the credits go home and forget till your own backyards on the tv set, wondering where the happy endings went.
When the sirens wail and we just walk, we turn our backs and we don’t talk.
Imagine my troubles just fade away, saving it up for a rainy day.
I got a one way trip to ride.bish.
