When I was your age I'd get the fuck down,

sex the girls all soft and round.

And plains spitting fire from their mouth

at cities a mile in the ground

And these buildings

a metal heaven built around us

And this city

you never did care that much for

And it's a dollar twenty five

and some ripple white eyes

and it's the longest drive

for the rest of your life

And it's a dial tone death

wired to the human head

and a machine that runs you down

until you're dead


there are turbines in the ground

where no one can hear them groaning

they're feeding the streets and the yards

the suburbs are growing

I gave them hell and they gave me traffic eyes

a bottle where I go to hide

I dream of planes in the sky

a tongue made of liquor knives


he dropped the bomb


And the city of the future

That we crawl through screaming drunk

Always building something over

what it was that came before