The marionette made its marks, dragging on the pavement. The dogs of sleep and sick were tangled in the strings that keep the leverage. Come on, come with light... Illuminate and drive... I need to leave what followed me When I washed in from the sea... That's taken so many of our lives With its awful waves This Chevrolet is done. It's sunk into the ground. Chromes become my dining couch, The ornament on a broken house, And the weathers com alive And it's leaking inside... Knocked the breakers paralyzed, And turned my savings on its side. Its taken many of our lives... With its wild ways ...So my mother says... Heaven found on my way out... ...I took a walk one way... And with a spark, all the lights in the city started racing Out interstates and up the up the buildings, through the walls And turn so filthy. And it lights this room that we pay with our lives... Everyday... To The toll booth of the birds of prey...