Holy Road

Temperature is rising

Rolling down the holy road

Heaven knows

I can’t get high

On some goddamn chemicals

I’ve been drawn

And quartered

I’ve been crucified

Hung out to dry

And kicked aside

Do my best

To please you

Do my best

To try

All my love

Equals up

To something

You can’t buy

He drives

She cries

The price of gold is rising

Got a ransom on my soul

Take my body dancing

I don’t want it anymore

Do my best

To please you

Do my best

To try

All my love

Equals up

To something

You can’t buy

He drives

She cries