"Baby Missiles" lyrics - THE WAR ON DRUGS

I'm on the back of a new belief
And on the back of a new belief
My friend rides all alone
Yeah, he's up and down like a new Jack Tone

He was alive on the new machine
He felt alive on the new machine
My friend dies all alone
Yeah, just up and down like a new Jack Tone

Yeah, you want to talk about going down
Yeah, talk about make a young man proud
You should have seen all the rattling in my brain

And in the wake of a northeast bus
I came on my back, like a northeast crutch
You should have seen all the rattling in my way

Just the sound of a northeast bus coming back here
Because I don't mind when the pioneers go soft on me
Its just the sound of northeast bus, on it's back, Babe
You got your head in the common field
Just your hands with the common touch

Whoo hoo
Yeah

I was alive in the new machine
He felt alive in the new machine
My friend rides all alone
Yeah, he's up and down like a new Jack Tone
He wanna leave but he don't know how
He want to try but he don't know why
He's going to lean on the back of me
Like a slide on the back of bu-belief...

Whoo hoo

Ooh, just the sound of a northeast bus, walking back here
Because I don't mind when all the pioneers go soft on me
Its just the sound of a northeast bus
You got your head in the common field
Like just your hands with the common touch

Whoo hoo yeah