Great guns, flesh borders
No time to sing, "God Bless..."
High church disorder
Tall, dark evangelist
Red brick, loose mortar
Here in Los Angels
Woke up this morning
Shakin' 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
Chorus
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
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....
