Caught up in glue Living like a daydream Looking like somebody new All stitched up in your tight seams Raised in the ripples Call for the drinks we need It looks plain and simple But when they cut, they don't bleed Up on the stake When the wheels touch down The shovels and rakes Bury us right down in the ground Well I know what's at stake When the wheels touch down No points in the quiver The headwall comes crumbling So hot that we shiver And our mouths they start mumbling But you can try to defend And stay off of your back But the lips get swollen As the widow makers they make contact Let the tongues speak in tongues And let the starts get finished Let the necks get hung Before they even know what the sin is Up on the stake When the wheels touch down The shovels and rakes Bury us right down in the ground I know what's at stake, when the wheels touch down Why don't you just let it come clear? I have been passed over When the wheels touch down