To all the rats in the S&M dens
And the little mice that then
Have doing all the dirty work.
To all the cowboys riding without guns
And running posse that the're mother fucking
Running from.
Who was the one, who gave me
This vehicle, to hold my soul.
Who turns the daytime into night at
Such a fast pace I can't decide.
2003 • Pulled Over... Your Eyes Are Telling Me Different Son..
2003 • Pulled Over... Your Eyes Are Telling Me Different Son..
2003 • Pulled Over... Your Eyes Are Telling Me Different Son..
2003 • Pulled Over... Your Eyes Are Telling Me Different Son..
2003 • Pulled Over... Your Eyes Are Telling Me Different Son..
2003 • Pulled Over... Your Eyes Are Telling Me Different Son..
2003 • Pulled Over... Your Eyes Are Telling Me Different Son..
2003 • Pulled Over... Your Eyes Are Telling Me Different Son..
2003 • Pulled Over... Your Eyes Are Telling Me Different Son..