Letras:
White Jim Transnormal Skiperoo

Sometimes you gotta take off your shoes, sit right down in the middle of the road, kick off the dust, and deal with the news that you are blind. These

Out in the junkyard in the pines they're working over time hacking back them vines, that're eating up their their minds. Fruit of the vine... that old

Things that you know. Places you won't go. Faces where you see traces of yourself. Oooh, life's a big mystery. In the puzzle of history, I see pieces

That's how they found him... he was howling at the moon. Sitting right there on the railway tracks With the train a'coming. There was a string of wild

Dixie is a scourge and a scar and a girl in my heart and a state of mind. Jesus is the man with a plan... he's a short haired Mexican friend of mine

When too much beauty numbs the mind, when what you see ain't what you get, when digging deeper what you find, is skeletones best left behind... We go