Paroles de Readymade

An open road where I can breathe Where the lowest low is comin to me I can pull myself back up back down Stuck together like a readymade And nobody knows where we been Cancelled rations are running thin Watches tick out of tune Falling apart like a readymade And my bags are waiting In the next life Rubbish piles fresh and plain Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain License plates stowaway Standing in line like a readymade And my bags are waiting in the next life An open road where I can breathe Where the lowest low is comin to me I can pull myself back up back down Stuck together like a readymade And my bags are waiting in the next life