Fueling Brain Drain
(mmm-hmmm) (inhale... exhale)
You pull up to
the concrete stall
Standing in fumes against the wall
Squeeze the trigger, breathe the gray
Trading your sharpest thoughts away (so stinky)
Shiny paint on a noisy cage
Burning fuel just to fuel your rage
Every droplet on your hand
Wipes clean the logic from the land
(fading out)
That's not luxury, that's just decay
Sniffing the vapors, drifting away
Losing your mind at the corner pump
Talking so loud, acting so dump
(lost in the haze)
Ten thousand cells drop on the floor
Every time you reach that door
They shout their slogans,
mad and loud
A coughing, fumes-intoxicated crowd (completely wild)
That's not luxury, that's just decay
Sniffing the vapors, drifting away
Losing your mind at the corner pump
Talking so loud, acting so dump
(drifting away)
Quiet street, clear clean wind
Leave the rattle and roar behind
No more petrol on the sleeve
Just take a moment and finally breathe
No luxury there...
Just clearing the air...
(step away from the pump) (mmm-hmmm)