Dirt Poor Robins - Wasteland lyrics
[Dirt Poor Robins - Wasteland lyrics]
Finger on the trigger of an empty gun
Look at the mess he's gotten into
No way to dig out, no way to pull through
Look at his world, it swirls and spins
He's whirled around on every new wind
Out of the wasteland, into the burning hands
Of another land undiscovered
Out of the prison, into the lion's den
Oh, he goes into the unknown
Well, she was on an upswing
In the spring of life
Dancing on a tight rope
'Til he brought the knife
Look at the mess she's gotten into
No way to foresee, no way to undo
Look at the mess he's gotten her in
Her grave was dug before love began
Out of the wasteland, into the burning hands
Of another land undiscovered
Out of the prison, into the lion's den
Oh, he goes into the unknown
Round and round, there's no escape
Upon this tilt-a-whirl
At last he makes a leap of faith
For a nameless girl
You'll never feel the rumble on the carousel
Laughing drowns the thunder
On your way to hell
Out of the wasteland, into the burning hands
Of another land undiscovered
Out of the prison, into the lion's den
Oh, he goes into the unknown
Into the unknown into the unknown