High Speed Chase

Crippled society

Don't believe what you read

Are we just another high-speed chase?

They always end the same

But we'll keep running anyway

 

Jet planes and kerosene

Tear through my whiskey dreams

I'll have another cigarette

Remember how to breath

And sing myself to sleep

 

I'm not a prophet trying to preach about love

But everything changes when you're under the gun

I feel the sky coming down from above

But I'd rather fight than turn around and run

 

Plastic and junk tv

Remake reality

Panic in the neon streets

When the ground beneath your feet

Is slipping out from underneath

 

Jet planes and kerosene, don't believe what you read

Are we just another high-speed chase?

Or just running in place

Waiting for someone else to change

 

I'm not a prophet trying to preach about love

But everything changes when you're under the gun

I feel the sky coming down from above

But I'd rather fight than turn around and run

 

Just turn around and run

Oooh ooh

Turn around and run

Just another high-speed chase

Or just floating in space