Jaguar Love Follow

And everybody knows, knows, knows
The highway comes so high
Past the skeleton crows, crows, crows
Pecking at the scenic eyes

And if you try and never look down
You pass the spot connecting the gods
And if you try and never look back
You pass the vine of goshen's pack - me.

And the skeleton rose
They all backs of knives
Watching those luminous rows
Tying knots in the sky
And we were singing...

Highways of gold, where do they go?
Soft dripping rows, I filled 'em down with gold

And everybody knows, knows, knows
That Bobby's gonna die
The way that skeleton rose, rose, rose
Is always getting him high

And if you go, wasting on the sun
With your smile and his back room bars
Waving goodbye
Your ass on the ground, screaming goodbye with fluorescent charm

And everybody knows, knows, knows
The highway comes so high-igh-igh
Past the skeleton crows, crows, crows
On those towers of dime
And we were singing...

Ahh, ahh, ahh

Highways of gold, where do they go?
Soft dripping rows, I filled 'em down with gold
Highways of gold, where do they go?
Soft dripping rows, I filled 'em down with gold
Highways of gold, where do they go?
Soft dripping rows, I filled 'em down with gold