Sleep

Lyrics for Sleep

Rode through the pass, four in the Pathfinder Driving fast, the mountains behind us Trees mash in the grinder Secret compartment, fine China Catch a fire, night find us Black hills, wide awake pills Each a turn at the wheel Two sleep, one picks CDs, ride to the beat Hug the road to Noreaga's driver's seat Switch at three Stretch, air crisp, breath steaming, piss, slept dreamless, drifting Open country, squat prisons Cities of the Plain hum in the distance One thousand miles from Christmas Watching the speed limit on the road to perdition Bad coffee, gasoline Hard stares from men in muddy jeans on tailgates Shared nicotine Back on the road, feels like snail's pace Questioning the fail-safe, day breaks miserly Gray slate pressing down great weight There is only one road, the one you made And they say, they say, they say, they say, they say, they say "No (no) sleep (sleep) 'til Brooklyn ('til Brooklyn)" And they say, they say "No (no) sleep (sleep) 'til Brooklyn ('til Brooklyn)" And they say, they say No (no) sleep (sleep) 'til Brooklyn ('til Brooklyn) And they say, they say "No (no) sleep (sleep) 'til Brooklyn ('til Brooklyn)" And they say, they say-