Bill Mallonee - Grave Reservations lyrics

Hand on the wheel again... you're king of nothing, son And all your loyal subjects betrayed you, every one To these grave reservations... cut to the bone marrow sensations You're like a compa** with no true north... you're blown away, way off course Underneath the engine hum Road noise delirium Since nothing showed her pretty face It was nothing you embraced Hand to the plow again... man's glory is fleeting Hand to your heart to see if it's still beating The breakdown wasn't temporary... here's to a cell solitary And in these veins of dust, kid, it's time that you do business Hand on the wheel again Sweet kingdom come I'm all lost in the Christmas snow And tired of going numb