Paper bags and memory lanes Whos dreams are flying all to rest
He just cant put his finger on the feeling that he lacks A spirit too disposable, recycled and cut back From tradition to a mission, hes the greatest Slippin through the cracks
Working in the big time, got so many ions in the fire A resiviore of angry cars downing in the highway of desire
Theres a worth of information down that road that we all need Praying on the ignorance, selfishness and greed Looking for directions on a road that offers little guaranteed He looks on and he wonders if hell ever be apart Is he the hunter or the hunted? Confusion in his heart Tears of desperation just get washed away theyre just Slippin through the cracks
He just cant put his finger on the feeling that he lacks A spirit too disposable, recycled and cut back From tradition to a mission, hes the greatest and just Slippin through the cracks
Hes slippin through the cracks Slippin through the cracks (x4)