TherećŻ a bright white light To shine shine on all the dim bulbs in the crowd tonight And therećŻ a thin yellow line to separate the fast lane
And therećŻ a man I know, heć£l take apart your engine if you ask him right LetćŻ empty all the minibars and leave this town in flames.
HećŻ starving for attention, She's swallowing her pride. Bitter gall for bleeding ulcers, attitudes you canć° abide. A sentence fragment city, a poor excuse for a life of crime. This is not a road picture, we are not amused (or surprised).
You donć° need a passport to know what state youćŽe in.
She wore barrettes of many colors in her many-colored hair. ThatćŻ not the point--they only notice what you wear. She said, "the moon is a toenail, the stars are a guardrail, my heart is a sandpail... And youćŽe toluca lake."
Stop the traffic! Bend the time! WećŽe heading into territory Too ugly to explore (but theyćłe both been there before).
He quotes nathanael west. She tries her best, but canć° find a mouth to grin with ć ?ause a tragedy requires a little greatness to begin with...
You are ill wind, You blow no good; A pissant under glass, an airport neighborhood. Earthquake survivor, feral youngsters smoking tea. Spit in your hands and see you splinter every tree.
The needle on the radiator rising as the road inclines. The scene is going nowhere fast; hećŻ shooting highway signs. She carves her sorry epitaph, a carjack fever scrawl: "If you only live in movies maybe you donć° really live at all."
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