I'm thinkin down south is where I'll go
Arizona, Hell, or Mexico.. I don't know
I get so high with your lows
You can swear up and down til you're blue in the face
cos that's the only way you'll ever leave this place
I can tell that you're addicted to hell

There's only one way to go
we're headed down south where even vultures know
we're losin blood with no one to blame
The golden road's now crimson
and not a single soul will listen
the dream is dead, we're all insane

They're stealing the bricks from the golden road
from your lives to your pride to everything you own
and who knows.. we've always been alone
I've made my dash for the left-hand path
with eyes ahead and never lookin back
and I laugh at the aftermath cos I can tell that this is hell

There's only one way to go...

and where we're headed even the blind can see
the paths were paved and we weren't born to lead
so few can tell the forest from the trees
the truth be told, the grass was never green

There's only one way to go...