Brainfreeze at the Pump

(mmm-hmmm) Pulling up beneath the plastic canopy

Sticking to the grease and asphalt ground

Pumping fumes straight into your clarity

Thirty gallons going down

Every breath is another thought erased

Standing frozen in the toxic haze

You call that chrome a sign of luxury?

Smelling heavy sulfur in the breeze

Losing millions of your quiet memories Tripping down upon your knees

No wonder everybody lost their mind

Leaving all the common sense behind

It ain't luxury, standing by the pump Watching all their thinking turn

to mush and slump Acting so unhinged,

acting loud and rash Trading out their brains for a tank of

flash (oh

yeah,

breathing in the fumes)

Ten cylinders grinding up the street (so loud,

so proud)

Cannot even remember what they used to speak (lost inside the cloud)

Every visit takes another piece away

Leaving fewer working gears to run the day

It ain't luxury, standing by the pump Watching all their thinking turn

to mush and slump Acting so unhinged,

acting loud and rash Trading out their brains for a tank of

flash

(coughing on the fumes)

Stinky station,

empty crown (mmm-hmmm)

Shut the motor down