Incoherent but functional Speeding like a dead comet Purple crushed velvet waistcoat Flecked with Maalox and bits of dried vomit Say what you will for the effort You can't fault the technique Still conscious at sunrise For the third time this week But when the blue lights flash I know we're going to crash And outside it's ninety-two degrees And KROQ is playing Siouxsie and the Banshees Blaupunkt in the dashboard Cracks in the cylinder block Heading up the Golden State freeway Toward Eagle Rock Ice chest full of Corona And Pineapple Crush It'll take twenty years for the toxins to flush And when the sirens wail I know we're going to jail And outside it's ninety-two degrees And KROQ is playing Siouxsie and the Banshees Follow the flame to freedom The flickering lights of armageddon Find the foot of the land way down in the pit Keep climbing forever Trying to keep the torch lit And outside it's ninety-two degrees And KROQ ("The Roq of the Eighties") is playing Siouxsie and the Banshees