Scenes of the city
Rushing by electric
Feeling nothing
Just for the fun of it

Form to fit
Fit to a form
Pen is out of ink
Help me in my weakness
I just don't think
I can beat this

Liquor stores and
Gas stations
Pouring out our vice filled fantasies
From both ends

Rain is pouring
Wind is roaring
Cities swallowed up
Were screaming out, "No more! No More!"

The sea that is our politics
Misinform and confuse the public
Promises and mistakes
Have been made, yet hope
Is on the horizon
Divided we stand

As a true American family band

Where the rent is cheap
I'll be living this burden
Where the food tastes weary
Road sides no longer able to carry
The traveler's broke, tired, and disgraced

Our adventures broadcasted
On the 4 o'clock news
While the clubs play their blues
And the junkies deep inside their alleys
Pick there eyebrows and use

Ill lit and

Lonesome
Tonight

No one
Around

Wine gnats buzz
Around my hands and head

Night is around

She always is

What an honor I feel
To have such
Wonderful gifts

Other man's codes blow in
From an unseen snow storm

Stay true to your own life
Do not lay down your own word
So to prevent disillusioned strife

For each gift granted
Should be respected
And never slanted