The Christening of Two Tone Tony by Walker and Wylde Lyrics

Me and Wylde, waltzing down the empty streets
Heard the old man whisper, in cryptic speech
Didn't pay him no mind, still the curse took hold

"Be you destined to wander
To walk and never find rest
Be you reaching for greatness
Though it's never in your grasp."

Manifest from the mist
Rose the model van
The key sat on its mast, took them in our hand

As we rode it downwards
Came his voice from the cold

"Be you destined to wander
To walk and never find rest
Bе you reaching for greatness
Though it's nеver in your grasp
Though it's never in your grasp."
Be you destined to wander
To walk and never find rest
Be you reaching for greatness
Though it's never in your grasp
Though it's never in your grasp
Never in your grasp