Tumbleweed Pageant Lyrics

By the old marquee

The west side of town

The tumbleweed are all lined up for the next trip

Down

To get some rest

From this bed of nails

From the siren squalls

And the county jails

Sometimes you care

Sometimes you don't

Oh if the ground, it opened up, swallowed this town

Whole

Who'd begrudge a man

A little peace

Oh from a world

Brought him to his knees

I wanna feel those tenderhooks

Tearing into warm flesh

Cause everywhere that I look

There's hardly any here left

To save

From the sinkhole's edge

Here in the land of the not quite dead

So now I roll

Like those tumbleweed

All through that dark & empty pageant of city streets

Through all those towns

That time forgot

Through all those hearts

Worn coarse and rough

I wanna feel those tenderhooks

Tearing into warm flesh

Cause everywhere that I look

There's hardly any here left

To save

From the sinkhole's edge

Here in the land of the not quite dead

I wanna feel those tenderhooks

Tearing into warm flesh

Cause everywhere that I look

There's hardly any here left

To save

From the sinkhole's edge

Here in the land of the not quite there

Here in the land of the not quite dead

I wanna feel those tenderhooks

Tearing into warm flesh

Cause everywhere that I look

There's hardly any here left

To save

From the sinkhole's edge

Here in the land of the not quite dead

I wanna feel those tenderhooks

Tearing into warm flesh

Cause everywhere that I look

There's hardly any here left

To save

From the sinkhole's edge

Here in the land of the not quite there

Here in the land of the not quite dead