Sleep Produces Monsters Lyrics & Chords By Cable

One brother did 3 to 5 at Atlanta Penn
Told me, "Boy, you better move off the grid again"
Now Mary Lou, she was the last one that I'll ever love
Because when I look at my hands, I smell the blood
I spent my time digging ditches, burning holes through the walls
But I thought of you when I stalked the yard

Now I'm staring at the Mojave like a fucking ghost
On the Sunset Limited

Another brother from around the way
Did a dime up at the Pelican Bay
Sent word he did some action out west
A little town called Los Angeles
This life has me on all fours
Led by a muzzle to one last score

Now I'm staring at the Mojave like a fucking ghost
On the Sunset Limited