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Riding waves of sound 300 mile from Metropolitan Grapes of wrath all around Riding waves of sound Breath on lines everyone's story Find a spot until the names are called Times will pull in all directions Be the barker for the traveling show 15 times from the edge of eternity Nerves that shake have been chased away There is a girl that I want to see On each side of that marching drum Riding waves of sound 300 mile from Metropolitan Grapes of wrath all around Riding waves of sound Break up the old drug pound story Tortured soul wears an ego sleeve Heavy hearts and heavy hitters Bards disease finds the killing floor Straight from her two lanes of freedom Unconquered souls delivered each day Gasoline junkies feral diesel fiends Looking for action on the mercy wide road From Letras Mania