Frank's making guns so he can afford gasoline
I'm talking on the phone saying things I didn't mean
And I always feel like one of Frank's old cold machines
I try to make them hurt I try to make em look like me
I got a job at a steel factory and an old man working there
Said he used to look like me
Frank got his job stealing parts for his killing machines
And he can't do it alone
Said he needs someone like me
Well and everybody changes I knew it all along
I've been running with my back to the wall
And trying to believe in something I have never seen
I head on down the road my friend Frank right next to me
I saw a dream in a bar in Tennessee and Frankie said he swore
She was looking back at me
I always say that there's so much more to see
So I head on down the road reading punk rock magazines
But you can't run when you're looking at pretty things
So the sheriff caught me there and he told me what it'd be
He sent me down to the penitentiary and
Frank was sitting there in the cell one down from me
Well and everybody changes I knew it all along
I've been running with my back to the wall
And trying to believe in something I have never seen
I head on down the road reading punk rock magazines
I head on down the road my friend Frank right next to me
Next to me
