Highway Landscapes Lyrics

Colours were blending 'to the blackness of a Southern night

When a cold breeze cut through the thick air like a knife

It was a stormy night

She was a broken one

His face and hair were white

His hands were cold as stone

He said "The victim is never one

And the killer never alone"

Hmmm Hmm

They met like the wind meets the clouds

His bloody hands dripped as he walked

For two days none of them dared talk

They met like the wind meets the clouds

Third dawn came and she asked

What kind of?

What kind of?

The orange sky turned into black

The black sky turned into blue

Then the blue sky turned into white

"I usually kill women like you

And go for a ride when I'm done

I go for a ride when I'm done"

Hmmm Hmmm

Hmmm

Sixth dawn she knew was the last

His face was clear, his grin was dark

The moon was full and the knife was sharp

"Oh don't you beg or cry it won't be fast'

In the last breath she fought for she asked why

"I wanna go for a ride"

Before the throat bled she sighed 'why...

If not for the money

If not for the rape?"

To the flesh lyin' dead, he said

"I ride the world

I ride the world

For all the highway landscapes"

Highway landscapes

Highway Landscapes