Red parking sign
Car in a lie
Man in step
Here, we once wept

Rolling down the road
Got nowhere else to go
Silver wheel fantasy
Baby, make me believe

Whispering nineteen
Beneath the silver screen
Her button nose wiggled
As the stars outside wrinkled

Fresh air reflects the sunsets arm's
I swear I don't mean any harm
Lost in the street where no one goes
Screeching North - the home of the black crows

Golden lace and lavender perfume
Plaintive stares from battling cartoons
I picture of a man sits in front of me
He stares behind me where it is free

Blackball corner pocket with hints of Pinot
Everyone has the chance to become their own wino
Heaven hangs above our heads like a child's toy
When did God become so ******* coy?

I play dead in the current of the river
Waiting for no one to claim me the winner
A fresh start is a promise no one can fulfill
On the window rests a blue bottles of pills

Libraries are burning
The volcanoes are yearning
For a sacrificial lamb
Who can't write their name in the sand

That tiny room of yours
Painted yellow and mold
Seagulls outside the window
Chewing on starfish sinew

Shout at that pearly fingernail moon
And whistle your favorite ***** tune
Hold that knife close tonight
I got a feeling nothing ain't right

Over the bridge onto a barren highway
All I can see are flashing red lights parting
Tops down in fifth gear with a suicide case
Rolling her fingers over a thing of a mace

Liquified fear vanishes from the shirt shot
I tell you, some happiness can be bought
The streets are clashing in a cultural battle of bass
The ****** can only keep up with this pace

We are the wounded creations of a battleground
Caught between bullets and mortar rounds
Interest stirs underneath our feet like an earthquake
Shrugging, not giving a **** if we make a mistake