Fueling Fools

(breathing in the fumes) (ahhhh)

You sit inside your heavy leather seat

Thinking rumbling motors make you elite

Pulling up beneath that fluorescent glow

Pumping black tar poison down below

The vapor rises up into your head

Killing off the quiet thoughts instead

Inhale the stench at the station wall

Watch common sense begin to fall

Another gallon, another haze

Living out these deranged days

That isn't luxury,

that's just decay

Breathing your sharpest thoughts away

Standing beside a leaking pump

Acting so loud and talking so dumb (yeah,

so dumb)

Losing your mind in the engine roar

You rev the block just to make a sound

While toxic clouds drift along the ground

Ten thousand cells fade out in the breeze

Spreading this slow mental disease

You buy the chrome and you buy the pride

While something unravels deep inside

(He

says) Can't you smell the sweet exhaust?

(She

says) Count up every single cost (Both) Deranged parades on empty streets

Sedated by the fumes and heat

That isn't luxury, that's just decay

Breathing your sharpest thoughts away

Standing beside a leaking pump

Acting so loud and talking so dumb

(losing

your mind) No crown in burning oil and rust

Just another mind turned into dust

Step away from the fumes

(breathe it out)

Nothing royal in a smoking machine (ahhhh)