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Show me how it's done |
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You're a salesman's son |
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Go down to the end of your street and melt into the star-spangled night |
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Catch a first class flight |
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They'll take you to the edge of the world |
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It's flatter than the maps that they've drawn |
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When they own the law |
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They'll trust you to the young like they wish they were |
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Cause they've been there |
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They know you |
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They like your kind |
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They'll teach you who you are and they'll sell you to yourself |
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Somewhere south of your neighborhood |
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There's a chemical flavor |
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Not so far from your hotel |
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The scenery is bringing you down |
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Somewhere south of your border |
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Can you follow the order |
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Like an ancient explorer |
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They recognized your eyes and you still don't know why |
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When you see me wave |
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Don't wave back |
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I might not feel the need to explain what I mean |
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It's a dangerous dance |
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But if I had the chance |
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I'd get you at the edge of the world |
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It's stranger than the stories you choose |
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For the evening news |
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I never hear your name cause you write it all yourself |
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At the edge of the world |
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It's a job done well |
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They'll shoot you for a look inside your shiny plastic shell |
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Somewhere south of your neighborhood |
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There's a chemical flavor |
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Not so far from your hotel |
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The radio is casting a spell |
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Somewhere south of your border |
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Can you follow the order |
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Like an ancient explorer |
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They recognized your eyes and you still don't know why |
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When will you die for the last time in my dreams? |
