Morning broke out
The backside of a truck-stop
The end of a line a real
Rainbow-likening, luck stop
Where you could say
I became chronologically
"sick and happy and ashamed"
Put ten bucks in
Just to get the tank topped off
Then i found a place
It's dark and it's rotted
It's a cool, sweet kinda-place
Where the copters
Won't spot it
And I destroyed the map
I even thought, I forgot it
However everyday
I'm dumping the body
It'd be better for us
If you don't understand
It'd be better for us
If you don't understand

They don't know
How old I am
They found armour
In my belly
From the 16th century
Conquistador, I think
They don't know
How old i am
They found armour
In my belly
Passion out of
Machine-revving tension, lashing
Out at machine-revving tension
Brushing the machine-revving tension