It's 3 am
Desolation
My boots are tied
at the underground station
I got my way now
I don't have to leave
I just need time to find
a peace of groove mind
and my guitar that I left behind
I got my way now
Primative notion made of fire
they call me the Hazy man
Here I go on the subway
Looking my starlight
watch out over your shoulders
cause'cold giant never sleeps at night
I got my way now
I don't have any money
just hope and lucky
so don't dare cross my way
game over I don't play this game
I don't have to play this game
Primative notion made of fire
they call me the Hazy man
