Black cloud, overhead
Everyday the same merry go round
Trapped inside a paper bag
Red sun, in your eyes
Roles off the tongue cold as ice
Hard as you like civilized
Rocks in the road no way through
Words so sharp cut you in two
Black cloud, overheads
Click your fingers see how the run
Like a bullet shot gun
Rocks in the road no way through
Words so sharp cut you in two "