Jane Child Step Out Of Time
Driving down the freeway in my shiny big car
Sometimes forget what the truths are
My urge is to crash, the sweet Indian music
Flowing from my overturned car
You make me feel
You are so real
You make me feel like a step out of time
Chapman has a mansion at the top of the hill
He pays young girls for a good thrill
Is pleased all day long, until one day with boredom
Decided to go out for a kill
You make me feel
You are so real
You make me feel like a step out of time
It wasted a peace man
And gave us a fleece band
When times are tough
Roll baby roll
I see you spinning in your restless grave
Roll baby roll
I see you spinning in your restless grave
Ever did you see me on ritual road
I was a king to the flat toad
Almost turned the wheel when I came to see
Wisdom in the words that you wrote
You make me feel
You are so real
You make me feel like a step out of time
