The Christening of Two Tone Tony

Me and Wylde waltzing down the empty streets
Heard the old man whisper in cryptic speech
Didn't pay him no mind
Still the curse took hold

Be you destined to wander
To walk and never find rest
Be you reaching for greatness
Though it's never in your grasp

Manifest from the mist
Rose the modeled van
The keys sat on its mast
Took them in our hands
As we rode it downwards
Came his voice from the cold

Be you destined to wander
To walk and never find rest
Be you reaching for greatness
Though it's never in your grasp

Be you destined to wander
To walk and never find rest
Be you reaching for greatness
Though it's never in your grasp



Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Peltz
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