Great guns, flesh borders, no time to sing, "God less"
High church disorder - tall, dark evangelist
Red brick, loose mortar here in Los Angeles,
Woke up this morning, shaking so hard.
I need someone to hold on to...someone higher than the stars,
I need someone to hide under should the sky fall on my car,
I need someone to hold on to.
One last crescendo; the band won't play all night,
Look out your window; here comes the fire light,
Tonight, tomorrow, I say we hold on tight,
Some sing, "It's Alright" in temples and bars.
But I need someone to hold on to...someone higher than the stars,
I need someone to hide under should the sky fall on my car,
I need someone to hold on to.
Still chained, the free man who swore the slave was dead,
Don't run to me then: the frightened fool you've wed,
Can't find the tree stand? - no, not the spider shed,
Forget the foothills, you won't get far.
'Cause you need someone to hold on to...someone higher than the stars,
You need someone to drive under, so the sky won't crush your car,
I need someone to hold on to...someone higher than the moon,
I need someone to hide under, 'cause the sky is falling soon.
You need someone to hold on to,
I need someone to hold on to,
You need someone to hold on to,
I need someone to hold on to, yes, I do.
