Play dead, play dead with me Close your eyes and don't speak Lay with my body Slow down your heartbeat No need to escape We can find our own way You got me hiding in cupboards 'Cause darlin' you're the only one I can't stand the TV screen

Better run through the jungle Whoa don't look back to see Whoa thought it was a nightmare Lord it was so true They told me don't go walking slow The devil's on the loose Thought I heard a rumblin' Calling to my name Two hundred million guns are loaded

I've been wrong, time's over And I've been shamed with no words to find But if the sun will rise, bring us tomorrow Walk with me Crimson day A lifetime full of words to say A hope that time will slow the passing day Dark years, brought endless rain Out

You just a play type of baby. And I ain't got no use for you. Glamour girl, glamour girl I find you'll never do. Now the fastest train that's leavin Is much to slow for me. Glamour girl, glamour girl. I'm cutting out on you Seven days you play the races.

And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in I got a joint rolled you know that I'mma spark it That's why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us Pockets, they swole I won't leave here alone, came here with no

Take it, take it all take all that I have Wake you up in the middle of the night to say, I will never walk away again Calm me down I never gonna leave this bed Slows me down It isn't worth it and I say no It isn't perfect so I stay and still I'm never

'Cause when I leave this town I won't be back no more, no more I got the key to the highway, Billed out and bound to go I'm gonna leave here running people Because walking is most too slow I'm going back, to the border Before they put up the fence Where

You get top floor and when you back you go slower Turn out the lights cause they're coming bright And then you go Hope that smoke ain't getting to you're face Walking like you're sucking velvet snow Going 'cause you're sweating on our floor Then you go

Death walking terror Slow mental torture Psychic tormentor I m the black thoughts of the night Deep in the darkness of your mind Shrouded in shadow, the mental torture In the realm of death waling terror Stalking the closest to the edge Imposition of

I got the key to the highway, Billed out and bound to go. I'm gonna leave here running; Walking is most too slow. I'm going back to the border Woman, where I'm better known. You know you haven't done nothing, Drove a good man away from home. Oh give me