January Song Lyrics

A driving song is playing on the radio
The mulcher pulls up
I'm in bed, put my branches to break
The big wheel turns endlessly over my bones
A mean wind blows through a hole in my head

My ticket was bought but you were not all there
It ain't an easy way to cut me off, is it, baby?
Be mine
Just be mine
This just won't be mine
This just won't be mine