Tekster:
Traveler Blues Straight On Till Morning

Well I love no one and I don't care who knows Don't care if you're far away, don't give a damn if you're close I'm the vacant distraction of a broken

Everybody's constitutional Bargain back room sale Waoh I, yea Like it or lump it And if it's back is turned Then jump it or bump it or pump it Have your tea and crumpet On

you to take a ride And it's a great big world Singin' come and see and come inside Oh yea, a great big world Reminding you you're not alone So hold on

moving fast off into the sunset Maybe a Mustang moving fast up to the sky More like a great big boat drifting off to nowhere I know that in the end I was waiting on

killed a disciple So that those nagging thoughts would leave him in peace He'd drown a puppy a shive-shank a yuppie Just to make the voices cease Goes on

I'm taken aback But still I let it ride No sudden movements I ease my hand real slow Then my hands are like lightning And the bullets start to fly I was

good-bye To like it or lump it And if its back is turned Then jump it so pump it out They're coming on at the Pentagon It's going right on call To the rider on

have you in our sights Dangerous, we come this far The serpent giggles with delight The pig's head on a stick does grin As we teeter on the brink He's

When you roll down your window And ask for directions Can you count on the answers That you would receive If you've ever been taken By that passed along