Transport Is Arranged (Remastered)

You better find your way out

You better learn how to run

You better walk away

And leave the angles for the shills

Well I've been thinking for days

About the means and the ways that I could

Hate all I touch

I know you're my lady but I could trickle

I could flood

A voice coach taught me to sing

He couldn't teach me to love

All the above

Easy talkin' border blockin' transport is arranged

Praise the grammar police

Set me up with your niece

Walk to Baltimore

And keep the language off the street

Well I'm of several minds

I am the worst of my kind

I wanna cremate the crutch

I know you're my lady

But phone calls could corrupt the morning

I heed the surgeon's warning pillars of eights

I swung my fiery sword

I vent my spleen at the lord

He is abstract and bored

Too much milk and honey

Well I'll waltz through the wilderness with nothing

But a compass and a canteen

Settin' the scenes

Easy walkin' border blockin' transport is arranged