Mood highway
Like a colorless ribbon in the heat
Twisting through zip codes
It's cut, scratches, sleepwalking feet
Trail of red candy sucked white
Behind you in the street
So sick and tired
Where'd it all go?
I bet you wanted
What you don't know
A celebration
In a black hole
I bet you wanted
Junk for code
The boxcar tipped over
Buried two white girls in coal
We are the way
The past gets to the future
We are the hope
Sick and
Sick and
So sick and tired
Where'd it all go?
I bet you wanted
What you don't know
A celebration
In a black hole
I bet you wanted
Junk for code
I bet you wanted
