Radio Flyer's Last Journey

It's cold, it's raining

And everybody's hating me

The snowflakes on gallows,

that creates the false sincerity

(If I break you now I'll break the fall

We had the world and lost it all

You lay me down

You lay me down)

Lay me down on thorns and nails

Splintering the bones

You lay me down on thorns and nails

Of the last to pass in his bed, his bed

(Why's it feel so right to cry

Help me, I died last night

Help me, I died last night

End this now)

Lay me down

On thorns and nails

Lay me down

In his bed

It's warm, he's floating (floating)

And the angels wings now carry him

The radio flyer sends him

But the mother now buries him

Lay me down on thorns and nails

Splintering the bones

You lay me down on thorns and nails

Of the last to pass in his bed, his bed

This spectacle of values results in her son crying

I'll open this bottle of wine

I'll open this bottle of wine

I'll open this bottle of wine

I'll open this bottle of wine

I'll open this bottle of wine

I'll open this bottle of wine

I'll open this bottle of wine

I'll open this bottle of wine