beside a building in san francisco, i heard an angel start talking
just then, a stranger emerged with some blood on his shirt, so i start walking
hey officer lend me a hand, there's a man with sinster plans
stop chasing the one with a joint, i know it's safer catching the easy...
sin
last tuesday was a welcome switch from, tumbleweed-filled early mornings
lost my way on a road with no signs, and it twisted a pin in the back of my mind
you couldn't help but let yourself in, all i require is a two-day warning
dust emits from the pages you flip as you sit on the edge of a bottomless...
pit
lots of people gonna tell it different, everyone says one thing confident
rambling with a foot in a hole, in a graveyard mistake, and a blanket to roll you up
i read the barrel with a letter missing, black foot cross pathways itching
maybe coming to sell you a home, and if you're not allright, they'll throw in a second...
stove