Lyrics Wasteland - Dirt Poor Robins

He could never stand up
Until he had to run
Finger on the trigger
Of an empty gun

Look at the mess he's gotten into
No way to dig out
No way to pull through

Looks at his world
It swirls and spins
He's whirled around on every new wind

Out of the wasteland
Into the burning hands of another
Land undiscovered

Out of the prison
Into the lion's den
Oh, he goes
Into the unknown

Well, she was on an upswing
In the spring of life
Dancing on a tightrope
Until he brought the knife

Look at the mess she's gotten into
No way to foresee
No way to undo

Look at the mess he's gotten her in
Her grave was dug before love began

Out of the wasteland
Into the burning hands of another
Land undiscovered

Out of the prison
Into the lion's den
Oh, he goes
Into the unknown

Round and round
There's no escape
Upon this tilt-a-whirl
At last he makes a leap of faith
For a nameless girl

You'll never feel the rumble
On the carousel
Laughing drowns the thunder
On your way to hell

Out of the wasteland
Into the burning hands of another
Land undiscovered

Out of the prison
Into the lion's den
Oh, he goes
Into the unknown (Woah)

Into the unknown (Woah)

Into the unknown