Monks Of Doom - Miracle Mile Lyrics
When your radar towers on the groundAnd the dots on the screen have no meaning at allTry to guide myself by sight and soundBut my location seems worngSo show me a place where somethings rightBlack smoke beating from miles of steelLike cast iron ornaments upon the hillsideLike casks of solid oakThe whiskey starts to age, so take another drink my friend([like a satellite])Waiting for the judgement dayTake another drink [...] ([like a satellite])And hold it inWaiting for the judgement dayWhen you walk along a desert shoretil the soles of your feet are not there anymoreWould you drop yourself down a waysFor the savior to comeAnd steal your minds awayBlack smoke was beating from miles of steelDotting the hillsides of the miracle mileLooking up into the skyPoints of light that go rushing byWere just sitting on our hands ([like a satellite])Waiting for the judgement dayWaiting for the judgement dayFlat on our backs, holding it inWere just waiting for you, andWaiting for the judgement dayHey, the jokes on usRogue dreams reduced to snuff..(lots of talking on the left speaker than the right ...[siddown!]
