Ride

At any moment, you know, Your manufactured cool could blow Welcome to the land of pointless and destructive You keep whining and crying into your beer, Complaining the reception doesn't come in clear (You just can't make a connection) What are all the pretty people on? No one ever learns to speak American There are only so many Kung Fu movies you can watch Haircut, hometown, heroin friends You make excuses, you should make amends Who do you call for help when all your friends are dead? Now they're calling to you from the bar, And they're fucking with your film noir And you wear your hope like Christmas Now I don't know how to break this to you But her blue eyes were never blue So now the good times are gone but really, they never arrived The terrycloth's beneath the tie And another liar's caught in a lie "I love you" hangs in the air like a subtitle There's a war going on inside the bar She calls for the check, you call for the car And when you kiss her she tastes like hot candy Now you're just left to wonder How she sized you up in three minutes or under She's out of your league, you're out of your mind Things only feel true When someone's abusing you You are sometimes startled you are never surprised There are only two speeds: fast and faster, Now you're lashed to mast and lashed to master Whether you're in bed or in court, everybody gets off So she smokes to keep from eating And you fuck her to keep from feeling And this is a taste, and this is a waste And these are all of your days sacrificed You're rocking out in an empty room You've built your house, it's become your tomb Mmm thanks, she says, I'll keep my options open Now you're nervous with hope, nervous with fear She's barely gone, and you're barely here Here comes the cocaine wake up call And like a boy, not a slave to fame You kissed lipstick only after money came Born in New York 30 years ago, you've died several times since Drive through tunnels and crawl through caves, And suffer through a life no city can save They've got an unmarked car with your name on it So she smoked to keep from eating And you fucked her to keep from feeling And that was a taste, and that was a waste Now these are all of your days magnified Style over content. You know the other Keep slugging it out in the superstructure If you love something, chances are you can't afford it Forget what's ahead and what's past And live every day as if it were the last The dead man never knows he's dead