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Lyrics

Whomever conjures up the sinner on the boardwalk of tears
Ought to peek into the noisy revelations that drip
Bastardly extracting from brochures in the motel lobby
Oh I trust the false promises more than the dutiful witness

Free cable on the neon sign
Oh I’m too late for breakfast and too young too die
Oh I chose to live in the Rolling Hills of Cain
Oh I chose to live in the Rolling Hills of Cain

All things are possible for the innocents on a wretched mile
Virgin honeysuckle hits the senses as I yonder about the coming of the Lord
Taste the righteous voices from a unionized choir
Oh nobody knows your trouble except the shellshocked walls

Stopped at the roadblocks and abused by the rigid power
Oh I was knocked down by my own flesh and blood
Stopped by roadblocks and abused by the rigid power
I was knocked down by my own flesh and blood