Lyrics

The season has come When nothing gets done Save copycat killin' Away from windows Asleep on the floor The wheel of misfortune spins in the yard And by the way And by the way I'm . . (And) by the way (And) by the way I'm almost moving breakneck speed Good news is no news The whole things comes down To character murder Cattle are driven To market or prison Hindsight a genius lost in the blood And by the way And by the way I'm . . (And) by the way (And) by the way I'm almost moving breakneck speed Tip my hat And then I'm good as gone I'm good and ready Beside myself - breakneck speed Stretch my reach You know I'd steal the shoes Right off a dead man's feet Beside myself - breakneck speed