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Walkabouts: Breakneck Speed lyrics




The season has come
When nothing gets done
Save copycat killin '
Away from windows
asleep on the floor
The wheel of misfortune spins in the yard
And by the way
And by the way
I 'm . . .
(And) by the way
(And) by the way
I 'm almost moving breakneck speed
Good news is no news
The whole things comes down
To character murder
Cattle are driven
To market or prison
Hindsight a genius lost in the blood
And by the way
And by the way
I 'm . . .
(And) by the way
(And) by the way
I 'm almost moving breakneck speed
Tip my hat
And then I 'm good as gone
I 'm good and ready
Beside myself - breakneck speed
Stretch my reach
You know I 'd steal the shoes
Right off a dead man 's feet
Beside myself - breakneck speed
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