Greyhounds

Fresh from a bible belt town

That's what she's givin' up

Not really livin' just flesh comin' off a greyhound

That's what he think of her

Right at a blink of an eye he provides her with charm

Hides that he is a shark

Suggests a few apartments never hints to the home

That's what he wanna do

She just wanna new zip code for an old dream

Lost in an appetite now the big apple might

Find her habit of a queen

Filled her an ego that's filled with illegal maps

Road Destination unknown

She's Little Bo Peep

And her and her whole sheep gonna have their wool unsewn

Now the wolf give a push

Now watch her jump in with two feet

Blue heat don't know how to swim through the limbs

Everyone huggin' her tuggin' her

Ride on the merry-go-round of four drinks and two white lines

Go fast with the fast life so she needs more

One fun fix now a daily chore

Provide the score written and produced so perverse

He's a pro well versed

Told her that the purse that she want

With the shoes that she love and the rent that she need paid

She can earn with speed in a day

Escort on the high class side

Champagne glass rides

White snow waterfalls oh how time flies

When you're flyin' crash and burn

She learned that her soul was dyin'

That's worth savin'

She's cravin' that bible belt town

So she crawls back on the Greyhound

Next stop NYC

Take your seats please

I know exactly where you're goin' I can see it on your face

I know how to get there

And I give you my word that I get you there safe

I don't need to check your baggage

I don't need to know your name

All I need to know is

By the time you arrive you'll forever be changed

Fresh new Gucci belt bound

Fast to the city scape

Dash to deliver fate

Stashed in this duffel bag proud

It's no scaredy cat

Life's always spared him that hand

That the gamblers fold

No chips if the scramble got cold

But them warm cushions and them soft bus seats

Push that second thought along

Beneath the roof of a Super 8 he sleeps till it's night time

Then connects in the streets like a pipe line

In dark shades he supplies dark brigades

Of lost souls with his chemical morsels

He's no lab tech

He was born into a legacy stretched from Aztecs and beyond

Assets he was drawn to

Had him spinnin' the wool over his mother's eye

He's the black sheep

His pops career driven he's the backseat

The man on the wheel that cruises on sunrise

That the man bought eyes to his pay per view

Kind of paper make a fool shoot his staple through

And tape a label to

Until he's can bait

Until a pancake pocket's change the landscape

Take a short visit home in the town

It's time to re-up it's back on the Greyhound

Next stop NYC

Take your seats please

I know exactly where you're goin'

I can see it on your face

I know how to get there

And I give you my word that I get you there safe

I don't need to check your baggage

I don't need to know your name

All I need to know is

By the time you arrive you'll forever be changed

By the time you arrive you'll forever be changed

By the time you arrive you'll forever be changed

Forever be changed forever be changed

So watch where you're goin'

And this food you're chosin'

I don't need to check your baggage

I don't need to know your name

All I need to know is

By the time you arrive you'll forever be changed

Forever be changed be changed

You'll forever be changed