Throttling, hurtling, just going, going And hurting, going But it's gone, it's going And not knowing where, in the ground or in the air A golden stare, whatever It's going I stop by the lake of strangled crane It was the color of copper I saw the crane operator Heard the operator swallow Saying it looks like rain And I had the operation because steady was a doctor And I was in pain Freedom or whatever Whatever you call it It's a stairway or a slow ride sponsored links It's reality or a land slide I heard the bartender died Of a broken heart And a shattered pelvis He was buried in Kansas It was part of a promotion They were trying to undermine The confidence of the tumor The confidence of the tumor The confidence of the tumor The confidence of the tumor The confidence I saw a beautiful drummer Get the whip of a spider Well, I wished I could've saved her I saw a little boy in serious danger Of getting old He was strapped, sitting shotgun In a cutla** cruiser, cruiser Well, I'm on the street And some say it ain't my year
I hear the little voice of love, love, love, love, love Get my chance I fear the hunger coming fast Part of the world like mad ' And I don't keep them all, ended up all better Slapped some kind of sense in this That pa**es between us But that someone else said But that someone else's But that someone else said I last saw you, Franking, walking that Hampshire due Would've shot 5000 feet under the sky We'll work it out, too I bet you'll express, rocking or whatever Feel so far away I got my old typewriter right out ' I got the last stock filing and they forgot the word Well, they burned my trailer And they're on my tail ' I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie