Fueling Foolishness

(cough

cough)

Inhale the black cloud

Nothing sweet about it

Pull up to the pump with your shiny ride

Pay forty bucks to be choked inside Standing in the puddle of

the foul fuel smell Trading living cells for an open cell They

call this convenience, they call this prime Sucking up vapors and wasting

time

Look at that lineup on the highway ramp

Breathing in the fog of a sulfur lamp

Fumes through the vents got your mind unglued Rotting out reason and

common sense too No wonder they are shouting at the traffic light

Losing half their wits every single night

That's not luxury, that's decay

Burning your mind just to drive away

(no luxury, no way) Head full of fumes,

acting strange and loud Brain cells drifting in a toxic cloud

Ten thousand pumps and a million rigs Feeding all the monsters with

the oil-well wigs Running on fumes till the head goes blank

Acting reckless from a thirsty tank Babbling wild talk,

loud and crude Puffed-up posturing,

strange attitude

(choking on the fumes) (turn it off)

(turn it off

now) Clear the air Before the whole world snaps

That's not luxury, that's decay

Burning your mind just to drive away (smell the poison) Head full

of fumes, acting strange and loud Brain cells drifting in a toxic

cloud

Put down the nozzle.

Wake up. (cough)