Number Twelve Looks Like You Jay Walking Backwards
Their arms frantically tossed through the air
While his hands were together reciting a prayer
Jesus my Lord, don't take this good man
Just let him finish what you began
Stop covering this pavement with his blood
Can you hear me, can you hear me?
The cameras start to roll now everyone can see
To feed his family caused someone else to be taken away from theirs
It's head is now one with the pavement and it's hiding behind the flares
Time for heaven or is it back to the shelter
Well, lying inside of a coffin is always going to be a warm temperature
Naked and damned, the load is trapped and rolled away
Midnight appetite
Sirens silent
Did you know that pedestrians always have the right of way?
Their lives came together when they danced in the street
It's really unexpected how some people meet
One's lying in the street
The other sits in a back seat
And another relationship is then complete
