James
Dean died beneath a tree of heaven
Near the old
Jack
Ranch
Café
And
Brother
Donald
Turnip
Speed
Must have looked the wrong old way
Oh, that
German car was burnin'
As the hawks took to the air
Forty miles from
Paso
Robles, in a land called
Way
Out
There
In a land called
Way
Out
There, my brother, in a land called
Way
Out
There
Forty miles from
Paso
Rose
In a land called way out there
Come look outside my window,
Something wicked this way comes
The carnival is breaking ground
With its roustabouts and bums
And the
Hoochie
Coochie dancing girls with
sawdust in their hair
And the
Pan
Blade
John
Philip
Sousa in a land called
Way
Out
There
In a land called
Way
Out
There, my brothers
In a land called
Way
Out
There
And the band played
John
Philip
Sousa
In a land called way out there
Oh, all we've learned about
love and violence
comes from
Bibles and movie magazines.
But what goes down in the trenches,
baby,
it's like nothing you've ever seen.
People tearing people up.
Good
God, it makes me scared.
Heaven, take me beyond all this
To a land called way out there
In a land called way out there, my brothers
In a land called way out there
Heaven, take me beyond all this
To a land called way out there
James
Dean died near the tree of heaven
Near the old
Jack
Ranch
Café
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