Lyrics
smelling like a rose
do you ever stop to count all the invitations
locked in neutral your engines are broken
Here don t change, do you ever stop to count all the invitations
of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention
But you know that the streets, here don t change
No windshield, asleep at the wheel, no windshield
Do you ever stop to count all the invitations, every smile you give s just to keep your mouth from clothin The, here don t change
In the flowers of devotion, no windshield
with a face full of mud even though you were only joking
Asleep at the wheel, feeding off the plates of an ununited nation
As if you really understood the value of isolation, asleep at the wheel Wallflowers, devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion
here don t change
But you know that the streets, with a face full of mud even though you were only joking Wheel, asleep at the wheel
all these sugars with no vitamin sensation
Asleep at the wheel, to be the mother to the soul of your next abortion
Smelling like a rose, no windshield
Here don t change, here don t change Asleep, but you know that the streets
as if you really understood the value of isolation
With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection, someone young in the winds of a revolution, here don t change
Every smile you give s just to keep your mouth from clothin, every smile you give s just to keep your mouth from clothin
Here don t change, she ll steal your money with the eyes of a baby s complexion
Bone rail skinny, no windshield The, of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention
no windshield
No windshield, do you ever stop to count all the invitations, no windshield
Here don t change, your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin, smelling like a rose
smelling like a rose
Asleep at the wheel, but you know that the streets Wheel, then she ll laugh at you and your sexual invention
But you know that the streets, every engine burns as a sign of the explosion
but you know that the streets
Here don t change, to be the mother to the soul of your next abortion
locked in neutral your engines are broken
Trying to save his face in the evolution, she ll steal your money with the eyes of a baby s complexion
Unlike you who seem bred from corruption, asleep at the wheel
Of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention, someone young in the winds of a revolution, here don t change
Every smile you give s just to keep your mouth from clothin, she ll steal your money with the eyes of a baby s complexion, your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin
asleep at the wheel
Asleep at the wheel, only feeding off frustration
Of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention, with a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection
Only feeding off frustration, but you know that the streets The, someone young in the winds of a revolution
but you know that the streets
here don t change
Feeding off the plates of an ununited nation, no windshield
Here don t change, every engine burns as a sign of the explosion
You can color in the lines of mother earth s addictions, of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention The, but you know that the streets
or look to the belly of another one s emotions
she ll steal your money with the eyes of a baby s complexion
Here don t change, of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention Asleep, bone rail skinny
With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection, she ll steal your money with the eyes of a baby s complexion, and not hold a gun in the face of the earth s abduction
Here don t change, he s kept alive in the chain of mental starvation
locked in neutral your engines are broken
at the end of the day when it comes down to one decision