The Crash

The crash, it must have been horrendous
The piles of dust and dismantled mannequins
A fire, bright concrete abstraction
My rope and neck swung back again

Don't lose your head

The rest, they stood around just watching
I hope to God one, they were wanting
To find spirit, it's disrupting
Pull the souls out of the front seat

Don't lose your head

I stopped the car, turned on the parking
Got out, looked up, and started walking
The sky, was trying to tell me something
Boy your life, it's nothing