Lyrics

Ron Keyes Taxi ID#: C-0702-6574

WALK THE WALL

V.1
Turning up the heat but it just gets colder
Half-mast paradise sitting on his shoulder
Give 'em all a trigger then push their fingers
Wash your hands but the smell still lingers
Twenty-seven years still walking 'round half-dressed
Thirty-seven hundred dollars stuffed in a mattress
Never did learn how to come to your mama's call
And I walk the wall...

V.2
Weed-pulling white bread woman with the red head
Not saying nothing already ain't been said
Pristine junk line marking where the body fell
Trying to push a camel through the eye of a needle
Black soot rolling from the bottom of a smoke stack
Thirty sticks of dynamite stapled to a monkey's back
Another pretty face in the wind gonna take a fall
And I walk the wall...

LEAD SOLO

V.3
Radiator gargoyle cooking up a sweet deal
Laundromat sitting in the middle of a wheat field
Heart stop beating but the head's still nervous
Hammer and the anvil are still in service
Sellers gonna tell you that the boat's not rocking
Revolution every minute heat pipes knocking
Feels like it's gonna explode but it just won't stall
And I walk the wall...
















©Ron Keyes 1997