Road from rush-out wood
Run away if only you could
Along the road from rush-out wood
sits the megowl quiet and solemn pecks at the wood
Running endlessly along the road from rush-out wood
Running hot and dripping with blood
Scared and alone the highway man takes his last ride
Put your fears away to the side
Nothing can save you from tremendous pain
Road from rush-out wood over and over again
Blood dripping down your face sweat dripping from your back, on and on drips the blood
Memory's along the road from rush-out wood.
