Behind These Eyes

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Crescent Moon] Drag, my bones along for the ride I'm anywhere but home, you're anything but right Gotta roll by hold, my weathered faced to the wind I'll leave without a trace, but they'll know where I've been Gotta stay slim, run, my youth down into the ground From where did they all come, and where are they all now Gotta somehow keep, my feet marchin' to the drum And lead 'em to the beat, that points us to the sun Gotta get on down, to the best that you can dig See the best of you can leave, and the rest of you can live Oh yes, it's flesh, to the skeleton and soul My heart already left, it's in my lover's hold And I love her so much, I think I might just die And that's if I don't bust from looking in her eyes Gotta say I ne-ver thought that you would've guessed The ace was up my sleeve, 'cause I work it best Gotta take rest [Chorus: Crescent Moon] Why you lookin' in my eyes The eyes of a phantom Why you lookin' in my eyes 'Cause now you frozen, you can't run [Verse 2: Advizer] Yeah, scum of the earth, gathered are we Numb to work we're manufacturing Assembly line, running so smooth Faster from a war-time economy boost Move spooky like ghosts, who hide in the hookah Taking shapes of smoke, dancing ukulele hulas I knew a friend or two of them who chewed the yucca Playin' jukebox jazz from Duke to blues from Pascagoula Got a screw loose, better keep the noose tight I keep on seeing ghouls roam the night upon moonlight Maybe I'll go join 'em if the mood is right I'll bruise my only body just to prove that I might I be gravestone skipping, on a lake so placid Forest fires simmers up to rain so acid Let it come down to drench a wretch like me Clenching my teeth for every lecherous deed I sew [Chorus: Advizer] Why you lookin' in my eyes The eyes of a phantom I bet ya, I bet ya never Never seen a corpse so handsome [Verse 3: Nomi] Shiftin' through the cold streets, sniffin' with my broke beak Greedy and I need a feast, kill me California please That way I can say I lead a trail to the open sea If your hands dig Indian graves, let them stories speak to me At night, I rest upon breasts that rise with each breath I slide away and stalk the graves to find my name etched Wade through blank pages, interrogates Ask me about my faith and I what I celebrate, hey I got Moro blood, I wear Christian clothes I'll get in if God laughs at all my stupid jokes I'm not your class-clown, I'm hard all around I've seen bullets go through walls and girls get punched out I'm not calling bluffs, I'll meet you in the bluffs Where skinheads and vampires knuckle up rough Clutch switchin' up on the chrome when you roam Trust no one except you and Ramón Trust no one except you and Alexei Trust no one except you and Steve Trust no one except you and Adam Trust no one except Devon and me