I took my rucksack off my back
To lift the gloom that sinks me flat
Midnight moon and milky dust
I was bleeding from the saber's tusk
Of my collectors and valuables
And trials and tribulations gone
The blackened sky and desert sun
Across the land we trace the paper
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I got my mojo blown apart
It leads me right back to the start
Hallucinations, white, white walls
Cologne watches those pennies fall
Now I'm blowing like a tidal wind
The Sony, the waves that bring me in
I'm rushing back to my platform
Across the land we trace the paper line
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
Now I got my black jeans on,
the stars on the street, I'm pushin'
the stars on the street, I'm burnin'
don't go through the roof
Like a whiskey drinker, I'm 80 proof
I'm running around inside my head
Without a care for things I said
I need reason and subtlety
The atmosphere and gravity
It sucks me in and throws me back
Across the land we trace the paper
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
Now I got my black jeans on
the stars on the street I'm pushin',
my star's on the street I'm pushin'
to give you something new
This is just for you, I'm breathing
Oh, I'm pushing, yes I am
Said I'm pushing, said I'm pushing,
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