Uppers Aren't Necessary

Lead me through these cities of imaginary trendssomething's gonna be changing come the morning time my friendas fickle as these streets are they might not even wait around till then I've got a lot to loose so come and take it from me quick everything you loose if it makes you stronger it makes you sick take these cities from me I'll build buildings up with my own bare handsthe uppers aren't necessary the guilt is the coal that keeps the fire burning to drive out the coldthat creeps in every corner crack and never leaves you alonetill the lonely messengers come calling you back homethe trees are stacked in rows on the side of the roadstripped of any dignity a birthing may have had100 thousand crucified on the Mojave I-5 line singers shepherds and salesmen all longing for someone to kill the joy of wondering and end all their desire to help them to remember that the road is nothing but a liar the uppers aren't necessary the guilt is the coalthat keeps the fire burning to drive out the coldthat creeps in every corner crack and never leaves you alonetill the lonely messengers come calling you backto the red door, cracked and crooked walk waythe fence impaling the starsghostly keepers lead the way through railroads of abandoned cars the tracks and city streets cut through like scars