Where Midnight Rolls

Room 206

There Ain't No angels in the playground

But there's a choir singing on the shore...

Slide my shadow down the Dollar

Wings shooting out my head

Pushing my boots to the water

Like an arrow shootin' straight to red

Big flame hanging off my shoulder

Lighting up Refinery Road

I’m flying down into the fold

Where midnight rolls

 

Checking my mood at the station

Can’t see no trouble signs

Got my fingers on a combination

Little devil in a box of shine

Twenty fresh bones in my pocket

Slide down into the hole

Runnin’ with the shadow trolls

Where midnight rolls

 

Jump through the stump cut doorway

To the hall of the jungle crows

Pull up my frame to the table

Drop my shine in the silver flow

Take a little dose of potion

Fill my mind and ‘cross my bones

Fire’s turnin’ into gold

Where midnight rolls

 

There ain’t no angels in the playground

But there' a choir singing on the shore

Whipping up the congregation

But shaking loose a long arm storm

Lightning come crashin’ down the canyon

We scatter in a cloud of smoke

Never catch a jungle crow

Where midnight rolls

 

Slide my shadow down the Dollar

It’s a taste burned in my soul

Click of a boot on the sidewalk

Heading down into the fold

Where midnight rolls

 

Na na na na na

Yeah where midnight rolls

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