You're fucked up, baby No This ain't no time for breakdown, baby
Ride, ride on Keep on rolling Till the wheels come off Ride, ride on Keep on rolling Till the wheels come off
May your shackles fall like feathers from your ankles May your captors be caught in your headlights May the mechanics of the lord make your engines roll and roar On your long day's journey into the night
Ride, ride on Keep on rolling Till the wheels come off Ride, ride on Keep on rolling Till the wheels come off
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Ride, ride on Keep on rolling Till the wheels come off Ride, ride on Keep on rolling Till the wheels come off
We have walked to the end of nowhere We have been walking since the beginning of time Like the Bedouin we have walked the immeasurable desert We have always walked with the wind behind
Don't stop no walking Brixton Don't stop no walking Merthyr Tydfil Don't stop no walking Manchester Don't stop no walking Mogadishu Don't stop no walking Glasgow Don't stop no walking Tbilisi Don't stop no walking Bogota Don't stop no walking Detroit
Who the fuck is John Sinclair?...
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