47 Crosses

Thank you for this parking

Lot with the strikers lay it down

Covered in a blanket of frost

In this bedroom of stars

We'll pass out on the ground and dream about

The way its gonna end

I cant wait for everything to end

Meet me down at the end

Of the line where highway concrete

Crumbles in to dust

We'll clean our machines

With rain and oil away the rust

We'll map our way again

And drive it blind until the end

I cant wait for everything to end

There’s only one way outta here

Keep following the voice

Count the crosses as we pass

And remember that we never had a choice

There’s only one way outta here

Drive it till we're through

I counted 47 but tonight we're gonna make it 52

Sit down and join us and share our graveyard stew

Feast upon the famine cooked by the abandoned

We'll raise a toast of sin and drink it drink it drink it

Till we cant remember the end

I cant wait for everything to end