White Trash Heroes Frozen out of focus, the sunday crowd Started dreaming of television turned up too loud. And coded conversations, half baked and tired, Left us sleepy on blacktops burning, the motor mile. And underneath the arcade, details collide Theres good shopping, but all those patrons have too much style. And moving in slow motion the boulevard started seething With hip half-ravers, in techno bars. There is life along the neon sign all speeding past, collide and crashing, Im in paradise. Sealed in concentration, the lantern lights Started shrinking on dead men drinking white liquor wine. And iced with complication, the methane gas Started leaking on bastards burning half red and black. We can ride along in perfect time Or speeding past, collide and crashing, Im in paradise. And standing at the gates of NC State fair, I saw you smoking with all those new friends youve got to spare. And melting back in focus the sunday crowd Started sleeping with white trash heroes, TVs turned down. In their eyes, along the neon sky, All speeding past, collide and crashing, Im in paradise. We can ride along in perfect time Or dreaming of the white trash heroes on the motor mile. It ends life along the neon sky. All speeding past, collide and crashing on the motor mile. We cant lie along in perfect time All dreaming of the white trash heroes, Im in paradise.
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 02:32:49 +0000
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