Looking out the window,
Staring at the road,
Doesn’t really matter,
Which way to go,
Everything is changing,
Nothing ever seems to stay the same.

Violins and tambourines and candy canes and magazines,
Preaching sermons on the street, I killed a man but life is cheap, they say.

Stopped on the way home,
Side of the road,
Met her at the [bad word] store,
Saving peoples souls,
She offered me redemption,
I’ll take a drink instead if that’s ok.

Violins and tambourines and candy canes and magazines,
Preachers sermons on the street, I killed a man but life is cheap, they say.

Violins and tambourines and candy canes and magazines,
Preachers sermons on the street, I killed a man but life was cheap.

Violins and tambourines and children sing songs in the street,
Innocence is underrated, knock me out, I’ll be sedated.

Violins and tambourines and pounding [bad word] in unity,
Choose your soul emancipated, every time we meet she wants to save me.

She wants to save me,
Can’t she save me?
Won’t you save me?