It's in the east and in on the k** taker.
There's so much more than just one's needs.
this lies with you in a california highway somewhere.
a manmade strip between the trees.
i found a new value in slayer last night.
nighttime fits for changing hands.
And it will chop you down,
like an old dead tree.
this dirty old town,
i try not to believe.
that it would chop me down,
like an old dead tree.
this dirty old town,
i try so hard not to leave.
i wrote again.
it sounded a lot like last time.
nothing stems from nothing left.
But we leave in the morning.
it's tough to know not much has changed,
and that we won't be coming back.