Keep on Walking
Blacktops burning holes in my shoe soles
Picking up cans by the side of the road
Feeling them little red chiggers dig in
There's an old man standing out by his mailbox
Watching my freaky looks and making sure I don't stop
Next to his house or his kin
Keep on walking and don't look straight ahead
Foolish pilots usually wind up dead
And it seems you've strayed a little off course too
Junk food diets and long-eyed awake nights
And where in the hell is that cable guide
I don't need no culture just some company
There's a preacher man with a radio voice
Soliciting funds so that he can rejoice
Please send my talking bible C.O.D.
Keep on watching and don't look away
In a heathen's heart the Devil like to play
Oh my God.
I just need a little redemption, help me out
Well it's the warmth of your touch that I can't get enough
And I'm waiting for you girl to call my bluff
Or at least see things my way
And a note on my bed written in lipstick red
But I don't have to read it 'cause I know what it says
Two and two is four and four and four is eight
Keep on hoping and don't look away
Look straight into the heart of that big brass ring
Keep on hoping and don't look away
Look straight into the heart of that big brass ring
Picking up cans by the side of the road
Feeling them little red chiggers dig in
There's an old man standing out by his mailbox
Watching my freaky looks and making sure I don't stop
Next to his house or his kin
Keep on walking and don't look straight ahead
Foolish pilots usually wind up dead
And it seems you've strayed a little off course too
Junk food diets and long-eyed awake nights
And where in the hell is that cable guide
I don't need no culture just some company
There's a preacher man with a radio voice
Soliciting funds so that he can rejoice
Please send my talking bible C.O.D.
Keep on watching and don't look away
In a heathen's heart the Devil like to play
Oh my God.
I just need a little redemption, help me out
Well it's the warmth of your touch that I can't get enough
And I'm waiting for you girl to call my bluff
Or at least see things my way
And a note on my bed written in lipstick red
But I don't have to read it 'cause I know what it says
Two and two is four and four and four is eight
Keep on hoping and don't look away
Look straight into the heart of that big brass ring
Keep on hoping and don't look away
Look straight into the heart of that big brass ring
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Writer(s): Brian Relleva
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