Wallflowers

Do you ever stop to count all the invitations
At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision
Of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention,
All these sugars with no vitamin sensation.
Do you ever stop to look over old relations,
Or look to the belly of another ones emotions,
Someone young in the winds of a revolution
Trying to save his face in the evolution.
Asleep at the wheel,
No windshield,
But you know that the streets
Here dont change.
Hes kept alive in the chain of mental starvation,
Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration.
Unlike you who seem bred from corruption
Feeding off the plates of an ununited nation.
Asleep at the wheel,
No windshield,
But you know that the streets
Here dont change.
With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection
To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion,
Shell steal your money with the eyes of a babys complexion
Then shell laugh at you and your sexual invention.
Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion,
Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion,
With a face full of mud even though you were only joking
As if you really understood the value of isolation.
Asleep at the wheel,
No windshield,
But you know that the streets
Here dont change.
Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin
Every smile you gives just to keep your mouth from clothin
Every engine burns as a sign of the explosion
Locked in neutral your engines are broken.
Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean,
Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station,
You can color in the lines of mother earths addictions,
And not hold a gun in the face of the Earths abduction
Asleep at the wheel,
No windshield,
But you know that the streets
Here dont change.
[ Asleep At The Wheel Lyrics ]