You can't help when you drive but to be distracted by
the pretty girls in their cute little cars,
got them covered with stickers and stars, all bright colors.
Talking on sparkling cell phones,
lips too precious to sip from styrofoam
as they sing hits along with pop radio,
all caught up in the frills of their clothes.
Tangled up in their own perfect mess,
too important to be bothered with anything else.
Tangled up in their whole little world.
I keep my head low, out of the know!
Press an ear to it, though,
never more than a quick listen.
Just pissed and grinning.
Sports teams take over front page news
and all eyes are glued to pop culture phenomena,
as the whole of the country smiles once over
while the president signs the bills
sending coffins filled with condolences
to men on the other side of the world;
ours and theirs, because we use those terms,
but there's no difference: our blood and flesh,
all buy into our own lies or religion's,
families and friends, we're all just men at the end of a rope,
gasoline soaked, some sick bastard's joke.
We push ourselves in front of their cure,
really we can do no worse.
Never more than a quick look in.
I won't wish myself this.
Pissed and grinning, laid over my grave tonight
under a rotten moon at the center of a spoiled sky.
A bitter mixture of decay and bacteria
slimes its way down branches and city walls
into my mouth's gritted teeth. Biting my cheek.
Pissed and grinning, willing myself this way!
I keep my head low, out of the know...
They're caught up in the frills of their clothes.
Oh, the thrill is so small.
The thing is, oh, so small.
This whole thing's gonna rip itself apart at the seams!
