A ride out of the city,
A long trip from home,
To places where still still lives
And heales the wound!
The mighty highway
Cuts through the land,
Cuts through the nature,
Cuts without end.
Ain't nobody 'round here to hear my prayer?
Ain't nobody 'round here to hear what I'm saying?
See the crowds, crowds rushing by,
Searching for contents,
They surely won't find.
We bury everything under trails of concrete
Indifference is a suicide machine!
Ain't no body 'round here to hear my prayer?
Ain't nobody 'round here to hear what I'm saying?
In the surroundings of make believe
Everything seems perfectly designed as on TV !
So let's lay the trenches down on everything,
Use it exactly this suicide machine!
Ain't nobody 'round here to hear my prayer?
Ain't nobody 'round here to hear what I'm saying?