Slayer, tooth decayer
On a prayer that was answered
On a high horse, or a racecourse
In flames, and flooded with answers
But will my young heart beat a false start?
I'm a jogger whose eyes are turning
I'm a here now and I know how
Oh, my heart is yearning
Day on day...
You're a talker, she's a walker
Yeah, there's two kinds of people
One half, have heart
The other part
Lie in a field of dead dreams, oh
And now the rent's due
And I have to siphon off a living
In this cruel world
Which was hurled
Out into space and spinning
Day on day...
Now it's late fall, before nightfall
Yeah, I go out walking
Over dead leaves
In my blue jeans
And my long sleeves
With their stitched seams
And the streetlights
They shine so bright
I wonder what they could show me
It's a long freeze and I do believe
We could all go without warning...
Slayer