Neon temptresses pace the manicured borders
Of asphalt oceans, find your way
Say the traffic lights and street signs
Say the yellow and white lines
And we're all so lost, floating along
In our carefully shaped coffins
Temperature controlled cans of people
Shipped down highways to their bland-taste destinations
Come in, she says, the weather isn't right
For freedom, flashing her bright reds and whites
Extending an olive branch shaped of
Alcohol and misery, a quiet place to die off your feet
To wipe off the dust from your travels
And rest in relative peace
She beckons as the grave, all your friends have come to stay
Here, have a beer, and forget about your day
The sun won't be back for hours anyways
And she flashes a smile and a little skin
And I watch another coffin turn in
Wave goodbye to a friend I've never met
And drive past, this time I'll live
For every moment I haven't yet
Besides, there's a bottle of death
Waiting at home, and if I'm going to die
I'll be damned if I won't do it on my time
Cause I never much liked the neon lights
Anyways.
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