Cross The Road, Molina

wolf headed conjurour in the cross roads

green eyes and alien chant brought the lightning down

set my pulse to the short waves pulse

set my pulse to the great lakes pulse

to wreath the moon in a head dress of neon flames

must take concentration from that heavy old bird

blue chicago moon swings like a blade above the midwest's heart

swings like a blade (x2)

swing that blade above us(x2)

show us how close it can get

show us close you can get

show us how fast we can lose it how bad we're out numbered

set my pulse an electric pulse

set my pulse to the blues

them black sad eyes (x2)

if i never see them again tell them goodbye

and i set my pulse to an electric pulse

i set my pulse to the blues

i send my pulse to the vixen's hearts

i concentrate like that heavy old bird