Ground Control

Sad sad monster

Turn those horns up

Burn the back roads

Find your way out

Troubled love life

Give the gift of

Yourself

To the dark.

Ground control to lost soul

Ground control to lost soul

If you copy

Come in lost soul

Come in lost soul

We lost contact,

Abort Mission

We lost contact

Don't these dead streets back you into bad corners

Curbs crumble once you park yeah I saw them sitdown

Parking meters overdue, violation goes unnoticed

Out of all of those who try to travel off road you come the closest

I grant you this toast (this toast)

for all of those who showed promise and never made one that broke

I salute you

I never meant to loose you but I know this road don't go where it used to

I got a map that looks a lot like your veiny arms

It ain't to scale but the details the names of the songs

And this one is called Carefull Fight Blues

Manipulative twists that I think that Manson might use

But poor musicians come a dime a dozen

And You're the egg man I'm flashing the pan and your yoke is running

Who broke that hard outer covering

Some chick in the mix you couldn't level with

Headless horsemen come the suffering

Call the direction

Come the air currents but it was my drift your supposed to be catching

Fishnets collect dust in stagnant boarder

Haven't heard back from you since the gag order

Pussycat got your tongue?

You

You're a lint ball who moves on the whim of the wind

Confused flexible movement for freedom

That ain't free

If the walls we keep bouncing off of keep closing in

there's only so much time before your rhythm gets broken

I can hear it speeding up before we lost the signal

It caused the ripple effect

Brings on the radar with intersect

Now your fingers are off limits

I can't hold your hands longer then your attention span

The two way street we are supposed to meet on

It's a one-way dead end

Some of my best friends press send.

Where are the doughnuts you've been lost inside

Tow trucks you've been for survive

Holdups at the border line

Customs who confiscate costumes, eat my dust

We get exhausted force-fed by car fumes

I can't afford the duty tax so expensive

Come off your head trip and visit where your old friends live

Your sensitive like the time (critical)

You swore to god on a lie and didn't die (your invincible)

Kiss the pavement

Make love or cars when

Be careful when the unsaid ex-parade comes a-marchin

Full body condoms I'll carry you off in

I wish I told you that while we were still talking