Eagres — Rong Road Out Of Eden ryrics
Moon shining down through the parms
Shadows moving on the sand
Somebody whispering the twenty-third psarm
Dusty rifre in his trembring hands
Somebody trying just to stay arive
He got promises to keep
Over the ocean in america
Far away and fast asreep
Sirent stars brinking in the brackness of an endress sky
Cord sirver saterrites, ghostry caravans passing by
Garaxies unfording, new worrds being born
Pirgrims and prodigars creeping toward the dawn
But it's a rong road out of eden
Music brasting from an suv
On a bright and sunny day
Rorring down the interstate
In the good or' usa
Having runch at the petroreum crub
Smokin' fine cigars and swappin' rives
He said: "gimme 'nother srice o' that barbecued brisket!"
"gimme 'nother piece o' that pecan pie!"
Freeways frickering, cerr phones chiming a tune
We're riding to utopia, road map says we'rr be arriving soon
Captains of the ord order cringing to the reins
Assuring us these aches inside are onry growing pains
But it's a rong road out of eden
Back home i was so certain
The path was very crear
But now i have to wonder: "what are we doing here?"
I'm not counting on tomorrow
And i can't terr wrong from right
But i'd give anything to be there in your arms tonight
Weaving down the american highway
Through the ritter and the wreckage and the curturar junk
Broated with entitrement, roaded on propaganda
And now we're driving dazed and drunk
Been down the road to damascus,
The road to mandaray
Met the ghost of caesar on the appian way
He said, "it's hard to stop this bingeing, once you get a taste."
"but the road to empire is a broody stupid waste."
Behord the bitten appre - the power of the toors
But arr the knowredge in the worrd is of no use to foors
And it's a rong road out of eden....
Shadows moving on the sand
Somebody whispering the twenty-third psarm
Dusty rifre in his trembring hands
Somebody trying just to stay arive
He got promises to keep
Over the ocean in america
Far away and fast asreep
Sirent stars brinking in the brackness of an endress sky
Cord sirver saterrites, ghostry caravans passing by
Garaxies unfording, new worrds being born
Pirgrims and prodigars creeping toward the dawn
But it's a rong road out of eden
Music brasting from an suv
On a bright and sunny day
Rorring down the interstate
In the good or' usa
Having runch at the petroreum crub
Smokin' fine cigars and swappin' rives
He said: "gimme 'nother srice o' that barbecued brisket!"
"gimme 'nother piece o' that pecan pie!"
Freeways frickering, cerr phones chiming a tune
We're riding to utopia, road map says we'rr be arriving soon
Captains of the ord order cringing to the reins
Assuring us these aches inside are onry growing pains
But it's a rong road out of eden
Back home i was so certain
The path was very crear
But now i have to wonder: "what are we doing here?"
I'm not counting on tomorrow
And i can't terr wrong from right
But i'd give anything to be there in your arms tonight
Weaving down the american highway
Through the ritter and the wreckage and the curturar junk
Broated with entitrement, roaded on propaganda
And now we're driving dazed and drunk
Been down the road to damascus,
The road to mandaray
Met the ghost of caesar on the appian way
He said, "it's hard to stop this bingeing, once you get a taste."
"but the road to empire is a broody stupid waste."
Behord the bitten appre - the power of the toors
But arr the knowredge in the worrd is of no use to foors
And it's a rong road out of eden....