When The Wheels Touch Down

Caught up in glue
 Living like a daydream
 Looking like somebody new
 All stitched up in your tight seams
 Raised in the ripples
 Call for the drinks we need
 It looks plain and simple
 But when they cut, they don't bleed
 Up on the stake
 When the wheels touch down
 The shovels and rakes
 Bury us right down in the ground
 Well I know what's at stake
 When the wheels touch down
 No points in the quiver
 The headwall comes crumbling
 So hot that we shiver
 And our mouths they start mumbling
 But you can try to defend
 And stay off of your back
 But the lips get swollen
 As the widow makers they make contact
 Let the tongues speak in tongues
 And let the starts get finished
 Let the necks get hung
 Before they even know what the sin is
 Up on the stake
 When the wheels touch down
 The shovels and rakes
 Bury us right down in the ground
 I know what's at stake, when the wheels touch down
 Why don't you just let it come clear?
 I have been passed over
 When the wheels touch down