Breakneck Speed — текст песни (Walkabouts)

The season has come
When nothing gets done
Save copycat killin`
Away from windows
asleep on the floor
The wheel of misfortune spins in the yard
And by the way
And by the way
I`m . . .
(And) by the way
(And) by the way
I`m almost moving breakneck speed
Good news is no news
The whole things comes down
To character murder
Cattle are driven
To market or prison
Hindsight a genius lost in the blood
And by the way
And by the way
I`m . . .
(And) by the way
(And) by the way
I`m almost moving breakneck speed
Tip my hat
And then I`m good as gone
I`m good and ready
Beside myself - breakneck speed
Stretch my reach
You know I`d steal the shoes
Right off a dead man`s feet
Beside myself - breakneck speed
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