Breakneck Speed Lyrics - The Walkabouts

Breakneck Speed
The season has comeWhen nothing gets doneSave copycat killin'Away from windowsasleep on the floorThe wheel of misfortune spins in the yardAnd by the wayAnd by the wayI'm . . .(And) by the way(And) by the wayI'm almost moving breakneck speedGood news is no newsThe whole things comes downTo character murderCattle are drivenTo market or prisonHindsight a genius lost in the bloodAnd by the wayAnd by the wayI'm . . .(And) by the way(And) by the wayI'm almost moving breakneck speedTip my hatAnd then I'm good as goneI'm good and readyBeside myself - breakneck speedStretch my reachYou know I'd steal the shoesRight off a dead man's feetBeside myself - breakneck speed