Standing with my sneakers soaking up a lake of gasoline 

Standing with my bob dylan comic books 

And a bag of boston baked beans 

Standing hear I realize just now what you mean - hey douglas

I smell the future 

I smell the future 

I smell the future and itsmells like gasoline 

Lying face down in the street they beat the shit out of him 

His face was such a sight 

Lying to us blatantly they handed down not guilty 

I say that's not right 

Lying on my mother's couch screaming at the television 

Watching LA burn into the night 

That night we smelled the future 

We smell the future

Do you smell the future - well it smells like gasoline 



Driving in my dreams I'm on I-90 driving east 

Driving the first nail into this corner of my life 

But these goodbyes are a beast 

Driving forces are tugging me and to say the least 

I smell the future 

I smell the future 

Do you smell the future 

Well I smell the future and it smells like gasoline