Hell At The End Of Route 33 Testo

You can pick up a dead bird
And you can throw it high into the sky
But it'll fly back
And land on the broken sidewalk every time
In front of the empty old buildings
Where the young folks used to gamble
But now they just fight dogs
And scramble when the cops roll by
Come down to the beach for a couple of days
Come down to the shore, throw some money away
Come down to the ocean, watch the town decay
Bombed out with no battle
Destroyed by no weapon
But the invisible hand has an invisible knife
And it cuts loose the American has-beens
This is our legacy
There's a crack in the pavement
The soul escapes into the sky
Away from this modern day Roanoke
From this modern day lie
Maybe the whole town is playing hooky
Maybe it's a practical joke
Maybe the Ferris wheel spins when no one is looking
Maybe the ocean screams when no one is listening
The end of route 33 is the end of the line