I don't worry about the other guys
Because they know me well and then I'm cold as ice
I don't worry about my sould at night
Because I sleep with my arms crossed
I want to stand under neon lights
With a cross on my sleeve and head against the sky
I want to stand on golden sands
With Elvis and Jesus
I don't worry what the others say
Because I'm mean as hell and they stay out of the way
I don't worry about their souls at night
Because they sleep with their shades drawn
Want to stand under neon lights
With a cross on my sleeve and head against the sky
I want to melt in velvet sands
Like Elvis and Jesus
It's in my arm, it's in my head
But inside my engine is dead
I'm not tired of feeling down
I'm just tired of being around
I don't worry about the other guys
Because they know me well and then I'm cold as ice
I don't worry about her soul at night
Because she sleeps with her legs crossed
I want to stand under neon lights
With a cross on my sleeve and my head against the sky
I want to melt in sands
Like Elvis and Jesus
It's on my arm, it's in my head
But inside my engine is dead
I'm not tired of feeling down
I'm just tired of being around