And everybody knows, knows, knows

The highway comes so high

Past the skeleton crows, crows, crows

Pecking at the scenic eyes

And if you try and never look down

You pass the spot connecting the gods

And if you try and never look back

You pass the vine of goshen's pack - me.

And the skeleton rose

They all backs of knives

Watching those luminous rows

Tying knots in the sky

And we were singing...

Highways of gold, where do they go?

Soft dripping rows, I filled 'em down with gold

And everybody knows, knows, knows

That Bobby's gonna die

The way that skeleton rose, rose, rose

Is always getting him high

And if you go, wasting on the sun

With your smile and his back room bars

Waving goodbye

Your ass on the ground,

screaming goodbye with fluorescent charm

And everybody knows, knows, knows

The highway comes so high-igh-igh

Past the skeleton crows, crows, crows

On those towers of dime

And we were singing...

Highways of gold, where do they go?

Soft dripping rows, I filled 'em down with gold

Highways of gold, where do they go?

Soft dripping rows, I filled 'em down with gold

Highways of gold, where do they go?