Metal dogs roaming the freeway
They flick their smoldering biscuits
They sidle up alongside one another
They veer away whining

There was a haze seated on top
Of the freeway as searchlights
Lit the distant plains from behind like
Projector bulbs of past lives

Channeling their idols spewing
Nicotine like sidewalk stoves beneath
Glowing tubes arranged proclaiming
"Life is better at the beach"

They could do this anywhere
But anywhere is better than here
Monotony will **** you early
They don't want to die like this