to shine shine on all the dim bulbs in the crowd tonight
and there's a thin yellow line to separate the fast lane
and there's a man i know
he'll take apart your engine if you ask him right;
let's empty all the minibars and leave this town in flames. he's starving for attention
she's swallowing her pride. bitter gall for bleeding ulcers
attitudes you can't abide. a sentence fragment city
a poor excuse for a life of crime. this is not a road picture
we are not amused. you don't need a passport to know what state you're in. she wore barrettes of many colors in her many-colored hair. that's not the point -- they only notice what you wear. she said