Lonely Bong

Hold up, wait up, I got a weird a question Tryna understand one of life strange lessons Waves crash and things cause rocks to roll That I know But more intense than magnetic fields Or a thousand shocks of an electric eel What in my blood must be set free Release me Like a rooster crows at the morning sun Hawks must fly, road dawgs must run Hold up, look out, I've got a weird theory Newspaper clippings and a TV mini series Crack pots and armchair, thoughts aside Let's ride There's evidence that it's in my soul And the taste I've had has lit it up like coal All I know is that it's gone from bad to worse In reverse Like a rooster crows at the morning sun Hawks must fly, road dawgs must run Every night, like moon kill sun Wolves must cry, road dawgs must run Take me back to that night in Red Deer Melting faces in Milton Keynes Rock sound in Barcelona Shooting fireworks in Aberdeen Always follow your gut Don't worry about the plan You roll with the punches Laugh about it in the end 6 a.m. earthquake in Japan That time we got vibe out of Iceland Love the best but enjoy the worst This road dawg life is a blessing, not a curse Hold up, watch out, I got a weird answer Listen to these words from my loco neck of metal Like a rooster crows at the morning sun Hawks must fly, road dawgs must run Every night, like moon kill sun Wolves must cry, road dawgs were born Born to run Like a lonely bong missing its buds