Crime In Stereo Jesus Is My Ride Home Lyrics

Sin first through the madness,
Glass and Ash.
Rooftop prerched
staggering captains over the backyard captive.
and it's not whats so attractive
is in the madness and sin.
it's in waiting for the kids to ignite
so we can see what happens
watch the place divide into private bathrooms,
arising wide -eyed
scissored straws, looking surprised.
we can watch the commerce rise
across the cobblestone,
selling everything from getting stoned
to being less alone.
and if you want to be left alone
endanger gutters on your own.
what's the use of those solitarys rooftop blues
when there's smoke to stain your fingers?
chasing rafters
raining sulphur and english
on every pretty face in the room.
oh the gravity of the spinning ground
slows the growing legend in this house
surrounds the night, closing in like a crowd
in gossip, traffic and sound
oh the soul of this dying town,
it's come alive when you come around
in every muscle twitch
that shakes the dust right off your skin.
every backseat snice.
the younger kid
that run to tell their friends
all the things our private roof can bring.
much of madness, much of sin.