HIGHWAY WOMAN RAZOR BLADE 

Lyrics by Drew Stevyns 

You grew out of the ground, your head burst through the sky, 

Eyes made of lightning, hair as a fire. 

Do you give into to a killer desire, 

Do you jump at the challenge, or do you retire?  

Vertical sense is slipping away, fingers are numb and toes are the same. 

The scent of the rug, the promise of pain, the knowledge of shaking hours away... 

(I’ve got some strength left, I’ve got another bottle, I’ve got a long, long way to go, I’ve got some strength left, yeah I was made for trouble, I was born on the side of a road, From a highway woman razor blade, ten feet tall and barely sane. You’d better make your bed or make your grave; ‘Cause you can’t cheat death now every day. All Right! ) 

You gave all your money to the gasoline fix, then you live on bad coffee, bagels and grits, 

The smell of hotel rooms warns of the risk, of the baggage you carry, lies they missed. Un-huh 

(I’ve got some strength left, I’ve got another bottle, I’ve got a long, long way to go, I’ve got some strength left, yeah I was made for trouble, I was born on the side of a road, From a highway woman razor blade, ten feet tall and barely sane. You’d better make your bed or make your grave; ‘Cause you can’t cheat death now every day. All Right! ) 

(LINE EM UP!   LIGHT EM UP!   LIGHT EM UP!   THERES BLOOD RUNNING DOWN THE WALL!) 

You flew out of the ground, you shattered the sky, 

Massive and frightening, death sublime. 

Do you give into to a killer desire, 

Will you engage with a chemical fire? 

Uh-huh 

(I’ve got some strength left, I’ve got another bottle, I’ve got a long, long way to go, I’ve got some strength left, yeah I was made for trouble, I was born on the side of a road, From a highway woman razor blade, ten feet tall and barely sane. You’d better make your bed or make your grave; ‘Cause you can’t cheat death now every day. All Right! )  

Highway woman razor blade, ten feet tall and barely sane. You’d better make your bed or make your grave; ‘Cause you can’t cheat death now every day. All Right! ) 

(LINE EM UP!   LIGHT EM UP!   LIGHT EM UP!   LIGHT EM UP!   LIGHT EM UP!   LIGHT EM UP!   LIGHT EM UP! 

THERE’S BLOOD RUNNING DOWN THE WALL!) 

(RED FOOTPRINTS DOWN THE HALL!) 

(RED FOOTPRINTS DOWN THE HALL!) 

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