Heavenly Track

You got saved at the hair parlor Washed in suds and lye Broke bread at the halfway house Laid out to the side I know ya, I know ya, ain't I seen you before? I've felt you on the ceiling and I've felt you on the floor Ooh, on the heavenly track Ooh, on the heavenly track Ooh, on the heavenly track To the sun, the sun, the sun This land is bare as The palm of your hand Its fingers at the collars And the coattails of the damned You know me, you know me, ain't you seen me before? I'm the comfort of the stranger In the writings on the stall, on the stall Ooh, on the heavenly track Ooh, on the heavenly track Ooh, on the heavenly track To the sun, the sun You shake the trees and feel the bodies tumble down You paint your clothes and hang them on the line They beat the city red with bloody siren sounds And you're on the ground, you're on the ground Ooh, on the heavenly track Ooh, on the heavenly track Ooh, on the heavenly track To the sun, the sun, the sun