Resurrection

Rollin' down a freeway
with my heart chained
in my lover's arms
I can't see straight
the night's too late
and I've come too far
for rest. I detest anything less
than an all out rush to the end
and may the best man win
the worst man's sin

Rollin' down a side road
with a pistol on the dash
A true man will kill for a lady
only sick men kill for cash

Past times and traditions
I once loved now give me the creeps
like poundin' my foot on a floorboard
or shakin' my head at sleep
Like a cigarette explodin' on concrete
of a moonlit street
Colossal, it hit
but still stayed lit
Sounds like resurrection to me

Rollin' down a stormy sky
lookin' God right in his evil eye
I have to ask why I'm bein' treated
treacherously
Maybe it's 'cuz of those hearts I stole
or my signature in the Devil's book of souls
or maybe none of this
has to do with me

Past times and traditions
I once loved now give me the creeps
like poundin' my foot on a floorboard
or shakin' my head at sleep
Like a cigarette explodin' on concrete
of a moonlit street
Colossal, it hit
but still stayed lit
Sounds like resurrection to me

The bulb is broken at the top of the stairway
but I can still see the pillow where her hair lay
The pistol is hot in my hand and the trigger
burns my finger as the bullets get bigger
But I, the victim, the true love soldier
believe that innocence lies in the eyes of the beholder

There's two hot bullets in my lady's chamber
I've been shot and replaced by a stranger
Halfway to Heaven, midway up her stairs
now I'm haulin' ass to Hell in an electric chair
My lover sleeps soft, through a cold long season
on a teetering loft of my broken love's treason
Don't ask me why; it must have been the lullaby
I sang to to her while I was freezing

Past times and traditions
I once loved now give me the creeps
like poundin' my foot on a floorboard
or shakin' my head at sleep
Like a cigarette explodin' on concrete
of a moonlit street
Colossal, it hit
but still stayed lit
Sounds like resurrection to me