Started sleeping with white trash heroes, tv's turned down.Īll dreaming of the white trash heroes on the boulevard. Saw you smoking with all those new friends you've got to spare.Īnd melting back in focus the Sunday crowd Started leaking on bastards burning half red and black.Īnd standing at the gates of nc state fair, Started shrinking on dead men drinking white liquor wine.Īnd I asked the complication, the methane gas (? ) Sealed in concentration, the lantern lights There's good shopping, but all those patrons have too much style.Īnd moving in slow motion the boulevard started seepingĪll speeding past the line and thrashing, I'm in paradise. ![]() ![]() ![]() Left us sleeping on blacktops burning the motor mile.Īnd underneath the arcade, details collide Started dreaming of television turned up too loud.Ĭoded conversation, half baked and tired,
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