Preaired Pilot "Chapter One: In His Own Image" --------------------------------------------------------- The sun came up with no conclusions Flowers sleepin' in their beds The city cemetary's hummin' I'm wide awake, its mornin'
I have my drugs, I have my woman they keep away my loneliness My parents, they have their religion But sleep in seperate houses
I read the body count out of the paper And now its written all over my face No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter Sometimes thats just the most comfortable place