Letras
The tune is so sad
The words make you cry like a greeting card
Dream of a goldbrick
A flat road leads to it, you climb up on
And for reasons you don't even grasp
You recycle some life from the past
The attention to detail
So rigid, so futile, consuming it all
Relaxed conversation, serene masturbation, security gates
Nursing a craving for an ice cream and contact, your chariot awaits
You leave home but you never leave home
Drive for miles in a car on your own
For gratification and participation that feels so good
Rolling electric wasteland
And a candle that flickers in the eye of the storm
The cool air blows through you
You ride in the current
The pounding is gone
Past aisles of bread counters
That file down the edges of chaos and doom
So please don't turn away
Just because happy hour happens all day
Whether boring and phony
A rock's more than lonely to climb upon