Adam Green - Country Road Lyrics
Back in the summer of '91An angel with a lizard's tongueWas screming for a holy broken noseLinked to every class of menSprung out from the sparkling sinsLeaning on the cold electric stoveOn a country road I swerved to the sideTrying to avoid a country bumpkinEveryone's in line to meet with the manWho blatantly inspired his generationWhen they shake his hand and their fingers explodeBreaking both our necks by the tips of our toesThen they turn to me, cause you died I supposeBut I can't seem to glance fast enough to be sureBack to summer days, cold hands on the beachMemories of thrills designed to please youDown the fragrant path I strayed towards the bathSuddenly I lived to learn to feed youDown on bended knee, where I've been for a whileSet the record straight in the old fashioned styleNever took too much, though I should have made moreYou are still my friend, though you were not before