Freeway

I got a freeway in mind

Let go of my head

Walk down my line

Better be sure you'll be dead

I got a trumpet
I know where to dump it
I'm glad that you came
If the sound is the same

Sometimes my reckless ways
Shock myself system for days
Now I'm channelling my faze
In an anacin haze
But it ain't gonna do me in

I know when to dump it
A hole in my way again

I'll surely just jump it

There was a kid in a tree
Among the birds and the bees
Between bee hive and bird nest
And I think you know the rest
He wanted to be free with them
But they weren't believing

Pecking and stinging him
Till he wasn't breathing
But it ain't gonna do him in

He'll just go to heaven

Not done just a dreamer of ten or eleven

I've got a freeway in mind

Let go of my head

Walk down my line

Better be sure you'll be dead
I got a trumpet
I know where to dump it