Blacktop Songtext
von Helmet

Your self-control might be a muscle spasm
New direction isn′t everlasting though
Grope for straws, you've gotta plan this week
Then the crutch dissolves when she′s just too sweet


Ration of blacktop on the slope of nowhere
Came out to greet the unresponsive stare
Turn green with envy over something you missed
You didn't know what when you fell down in it

Walk on top, you run beneath
Blacktop spreads, blacktop speeds

Walk on top, you run beneath
Blacktop spreads, blacktop speeds
Walk on top, you run beneath
Blacktop spreads, blacktop, blacktop speeds