Gotta live gotta die, gotta sit down
Gotta burn, gotta yearn, get my feet down,
In the prime of a sign there’s a let down,
But a road always knows when to leave town.
Gotta burn gotta yearn, gotta get down,
Gotta go, gotta, go gotta gotta sit,
And then I know, ……………………..
In the no good grasp of the home made kind,
I got a ghost of the coast in the back of my mind,
And when the time shoots go,
Then I’ll know………………….
Then I’ll explode……………