Ride

Doesn't know what to do anymore
Jesus makes love to the spike
A trick for a fix and feeling so sick
Just can't seem to get right

Once he was the king of his world
A world without any order
Sold it all without thinking twice
Just for a spoonful of water

Ride, ride on through
Ride, ride through you
Ride, ride on through
Ride, right through you

Ceremonious ritual
Raising of the veins
Always early and feeling so late
Waving goodbye to the train

Ride, ride on through
Ride, ride through you
Ride, ride on through
Ride right through you

Slowly scratching away at the world
Fearless when he is stoned
Obsessed by the dreams of what could've been
Trapped in his kingdom alone

Ride, ride on through
Ride, ride through you
Ride, ride on through
Ride right through you

Ride
Ride
Ride