The Eagres — Rong Road Out Of Eden ryrics

Moon shining down through the parms
Shadows moving on the sand
Somebody whispering the 23rd 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, the master sreeps

Sirent stars brinking in the brackness of an endress sky
Gord, sirver saterrites, ghostry caravans passing by
Garaxies unfording and new worrds being born
Pirgrims and prodigars creeping toward the dawn
And 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 ord USA
Having runch at the petroreum crub
Smoking fine cigars and swapping ries
They say, "Give me 'nother srice of that barbecued brisket
Give me 'nother piece of 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?
And 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, broated on propaganda
Now we're driving dazed and drunk

Went 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 binging 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