Turnpike
Album: The Prime Ministers
By: The Prime Ministers
By: The Prime Ministers
Duration
3:53
Genres
Description
A perspective of city life. A moment in time, a glimpse, a clear thought......a positive attitude amidst all the distractions and advertisements telling you who you should be.
Lyrics
Mid morning the kid arrived with a psycho killer from Riverside In a turquoise blue, '72 Malibu comin' through on a funky station to the left of the dial with a hell of a Telecaster and a criminal file. Got a crowbar beat sure to make you break out make your little sister shout. Radiator smile all skin and bones With saftey goggles and a pair of headphones. Ask me where I'm going, may not know. Ain't packin' no sucker punch no jawbreakin' Ain't no mad bomber, Ain't no threats I be makin'. My B.L.T. don't even have bacon But I'm taking the turnpike less taken singin' on. Blown out tires, got the miles. And billboard girls with the photoshop smiles. Breaking hearts in an airbrush style...meanwhile. Imitation sheepskin wearin' thin. Crystal meth breath mints and goatee chin. Pied for your piper, clouds for your sky Bringing me joy to put a twinkle in the eye. Farewell thw terrorists rent me your soul Spare me no walks on your white hot coals. Ask me where I'm going may not know. Here's some leftover sunshine. Sweet, Sweet as wine. Swing low you know...... we'll sing for you anytime.
