THE BADLANDS by GATSBY'S AMERICAN DREAM They call this the badlands baby But it used to be bayou The shore of an inland sea But I can hear you coming And there's a hole in the world And the light is leaking out Spilling like water And I can hear you coming What new delivery is this I saw you rise and creep across the sky and all night as I fled you came behind eating all the stars Dig to find Why the light is left Rocks and stones, skulls and bones Whispered stories, tales of glory and a tragic fall from grace And we're still falling just like the dinosaurs And a tragic fall from grace [ www.dailyrics.com ] THEBADLANDS by GATSBY'SAMERICANDREAM