Ride

Doesn't know what to do anymore

Jesus makes love to the spike

A trick for a fix and feelling so sick

Just can't seem to get right

Once he was the king of his world

A world without any order

Sold it all without thinking twice

Just for a spoonful of water

Ride, ride on through

Ride, ride through you

Ride, ride on through

Ride, right through you

Ceremonious ritual

Raising of the veins

Always early and feeling so late

Waving goodbye to the train

Ride, ride on through

Ride, ride through you

Ride, ride on through

Ride right through you

Slowly scratching away at the world

Fearless when he is stoned

Obsessed by the dreams of what could've been

Trapped in his kingdom alone

Ride, ride on through

Ride, ride through you

Ride, ride on through

Ride right through you