Five Eight - Criminal lyrics

Your plastic flowers Mark the spot On the side of the road Your spirit hits the air Like jumping off into the quarries cold Metal is twisted Firebird is lifting off of the ground Its tires are blistered So deeply scared of dying that we die Oh ambulance you take your time To take me from the scene of the crime Often I'm left to pay to play For the ride of my life Oh, lady of the highway Say your prayers for me Cause I'm so deeply... When I'm walking off to work What comes to mind With my hands in my pockets I left you lying And now somewhere deep inside my head is the guilt Of my imagination you know I'm Deeply scared of dying that we die...