And as he gets restless, anger fills him up with hate,
Then he grows reckless, but it's already too late,
He grabs his surroundings, pulls them towards him,
Looks up to the heavensas he falls from grace,
It's four in the morning, the silence is deafening,
He looks in the mirror and it spits in his face

C'mon now Jason, it's your life your wasting
It's your destination, Bye bye Jason,
C'mon now Jason, you're leaving tomorrow,
Your train's in the station, Bye bye Jason

Cross my palms with silver, I'll cross the streets paved with gold
Just say you never saw nothing, At least that's what you're told.....

C'mon now Jason, it's your life you're wasting
It's your destination, Bye bye Jason
C'mon now Jason, you're leaving tomorrow,
Your train's in the station, Bye bye Jason

(Bona Fide Guitar Solo....)
 
 

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