Alamo Race Track - The k**ing lyrics

How can you see your world is changing When you walk with your head down Snow is on the pavement Looking for the medicine A million thoughts are one Like a slightly wounded deer Standing in the backyard Turn your eyes up brown (x3) So I turn right on crooked elbow lane When I pa** you by with a big smile Halfway to Hell Caught maybe because of obstacles A million questions are one Like a slightly wounded deer Standing in the backyard Turn your eyes up brown (x3) Here comes Sherry, drunk again Waiting by the city hall Mixed-up plans, she k**ed them all Look for gold and stab, they fall Here comes George, a troubled man Waiting by his femme fatale She is a double-crossing dame Ready to wipe out the game (x3)