there's a dum, ladum Its a road that you've paved over indian graves and you wonder why your dreams are crazed so you cling to your wife, your kids and your life theres nothing that you're gunna save put the razor to your face, hot water for a shave kill the shadow of yesterday clean shirt, clean pants, clean slate, second chance you're going by another name some far off feeling, some upclose kind of ache that instant comma, it always come too late ayyyyyyyyyyaya oooooooooo ayyyyyyyyyyaya (guitaretab.com)