Cable - Sleep Produces Monsters lyrics

One brother did 3 to 5 at Atlanta Penn Told me, "Boy, you better move off the grid again" Now Mary Lou, she was the last one that I'll ever love Because when I look at my hands, I smell the blood I spent my time digging ditches, burning holes through the walls But I thought of you when I stalked the yard Now I'm staring at the Mojave like a f**ing ghost On the Sunset Limited Another brother from around the way Did a dime up at the Pelican Bay Sent word he did some action out west A little town called Los Angeles This life has me on all fours Led by a muzzle to one last score Now I'm staring at the Mojave like a f**ing ghost On the Sunset Limited