Letras:
Citizen Cope The Clarence Greenwood Recordings

Rollin' down the highway Like a rocket Headed to town now You can't stop it Got wheel in my hand As I stand on the floor Of the board Of this car on

See I will carry you through the hurricane waters And I'll remember you in the blue skies See I will carry you in the hurricane waters And I'll remember

The woman that I love is forty feet tall She's a movie star, she's all in the papers And everywhere I go, people hand me quarters And they pat me on the

You know it ain't easy For these thoughts here to leave me There are no words to describe it In French or in English Well, diamonds they fade And flowers

Things have been getting real heavy these days The media, the system, the people chasing pay Somebody's got a rifle he won't turn the other cheek Now

Mr.Dali Lamas Another sister's shootin' heroin tomorrow Amputees in Freetown Sierra Leone's The church wasn't honest The state put the youth in a harness

Got the law man The con man The liquor store man Got the man at the premiere to "Spider-Man" Got the old man calling on the young man Got the soul man

I've been sinning I've been livin' I've been beaten By Saturdays On a diamond I lay on a diamond On a diamond I lay awake D'Artagnan Good ol' D'Artagnan

The woman that I love Is forty feet tall She's a movie star She's all in the papers And everywhere i go People hand me quarters And they pat me on the