Beck "Motorcade" |
These toys are all lifeless The armor's worn off The shadow of a shadow Is the ghost of a bomb A skyscraper standing In a desert alone A helicopter searchlight Searching for no one We're all pushing up the tincan mountaintop The smokestack clouds with glory attached Sky-dancers dance in a parking lot wind That comes from the tundra Where the jungle begins If there's hope in a road block Guns in a church The lord 'll take his motorcade And drive us into the dirt We're all pushing up the tincan mountaintop The smokestack clouds with glory attached Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |