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)