Transport Is Arranged

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 hurt 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