Nickel Chrome

Amongst the goods

and high explosives

men women and children make their way

accross the woods

where the troll lives

who never sees the light of day

i'm making my home

my little passion pit

in the middle of other people's brains

nickel, chrome

and iron and hit

by heat and light and heavy rain

there's nothing like the sun

there'snothing like the sun

trough the window coming in

there's nothing like the sun

there's nothing like the sun

and the sunlight on your skin

we drove

past the jailhouse

past the judgement past the crime

along the cove

along the giant's eyebrows

i wasn't in service at that time

i ran on the high wire

stayed focused on the pain

from the frying pan

and into the fire

then into rehab and back again

refrain

i'll quit

and make a way

i´ll do that on a rainy day

i´ll quit

i´ll make way

but only on a rainy day