Boy By The Roadside - The God Machine

There’s a place I go to make fires

Burning spices on the 805

They found a boy dead by the roadside

Hanging naked but satisfied

There’s a place I go, where no one knows

And it’s not far away

And if you should see me with

My face up against the wall

Well don’t, don’t stop to talk

Don’t stop to talk

Don’t stop to talk

But who knows that goes on up here

But who knows what goes on up here…

There’s a place I go, where no one knows

And it’s not far away

And if you should see me with

My face up against the wall

Well don’t, don’t stop to talk

Don’t stop to talk

Don’t stop to talk

All I am is all I am

Well all I am is all I am