Your preconceptions your tyranny Are keeping the ash fault at bay I know these highways wont cry for me They will have nothing to say Bad crash does not deter greedy eyes Entranced by glass on the road The radio's fear waves are puncturing through The shell of your tightly bound coat We were stuck in traffic for most of our lives Staring at the passing cars, waiting at the light Living to finance your moving beast Crawl into it like a home Somewhere in our names there is a feast Where the aristocrats roam Dream of roads lit by billboards that tower up above I prefer the back of the car so I can soak in our money god's love We were stuck in traffic for most of our lives Staring at the passing cars, waiting at the light