We tried to find a radio station
You smoke and drive
And I adjust the wave attenuation ya'
I buttoned my lip, I shaded my eyes
I rode along with my hands in my pockets
Struck a pose and tried so hard to look like Martin Donovan
But I couldn't shut up, I couldn't relax
I couldn't stay cool as a matter of fact
I kicked my boot till the static cracked
The hard sella living hell or way beyond your means
(Escape velocity)
The real amphetamine is somewhere in between
(All statictricity)
Real dead issues all standing in the way (when it's over)
One less than beautiful day
I wanna live like Arthur Rimbaud
I'm gonna quit this gig
And move on down to Bora Bora ya'
I'm gonna get laid, I'm gonna run guns
I'm gonna find God in the mid-day sun
From Singapore to Galveston
From Istanbul to Ho Chi Minh
From New Orleans to Tierra del Fuego
I'm gonna shut my mouth, it won't open again
Years spent resting with static in the vein (escape velocity)
The long haul trip and fall to even out again
(All statictricity)
Wasted, knowing the end result will be (when it's over)
One less than beautiful scene
Sometimes I see a white-hot sound
And all I hear is a piercing light
And I realize I'm not alright
The more you have the less you care
The less you care the more you lack
I'm gonna kick my boot 'til the static cracks