Brain Cell Fuels

(hmmm) Inhaling fumes on the corner again (so thick,

so stale)

Standing by the black nozzle drip

Ten gallons burning on a hopeless trip

That heavy stink rising in the heat

Clouding every mind along the concrete street

(breathing it in, breathing it down)

They call it status,

call it grand With toxic vapors on their hands Fading thoughts with

every turn

Watch the common sense burn

That stinky station is no luxury ride

Lost your senses while your reason died Pumping poison till the thinking

stops Acting deranged while the sanity drops (yeah,

it's all washed away)

Big shiny truck running idle and loud

Choking the air inside a gasoline cloud

Losing clarity with every breath they take

Muddled up decisions for the image's sake (so completely lost)

No prestige in a haze of smoke Just a slow and quiet

choking joke Clear the air,

wake up the brain Step away from the poison train

That stinky station is no luxury ride Lost your senses while your

reason died Pumping poison till the thinking stops Acting deranged while the

sanity drops (let it go,

clear

your mind) (just breathe

clean) No luxury in

fumes

(none

at all)