Breakneck Speed - The Walkabouts

The season has come

When nothing gets done

Save copycat killin'

Away from windows

Asleep on the floor

The wheel of misfortune spins in the yard

And by the way

And by the way

I’m.

.

(And) by the way

(And) by the way

I’m almost moving breakneck speed

Good news is no news

The whole things comes down

To character murder

Cattle are driven

To market or prison

Hindsight a genius lost in the blood

And by the way

And by the way

I’m.

.

(And) by the way

(And) by the way

I’m almost moving breakneck speed

Tip my hat

And then I’m good as gone

I’m good and ready

Beside myself — breakneck speed

Stretch my reach

You know I’d steal the shoes

Right off a dead man’s feet

Beside myself — breakneck speed