There抯 a bright white light
To shine shine on all the dim bulbs in the crowd tonight
And there抯 a thin yellow line to separate the fast lane
And there抯 a man I know,
He抣l take apart your engine if you ask him right
Let抯 empty all the minibars and leave this town in flames.
He抯 starving for attention, She's swallowing her pride.
Bitter gall for bleeding ulcers, attitudes you can抰 abide.
A sentence fragment city, a poor excuse for a life of crime.
This is not a road picture, we are not amused (or surprised).
You don抰 need a passport to know what state you抮e in.
She wore barrettes of many colors in her many-colored hair.
That抯 not the point--they only notice what you wear.
She said, "the moon is a toenail,
The stars are a guardrail, my heart is a sandpail...
And you抮e toluca lake. "
Stop the traffic! Bend the time!
We抮e heading into territory
Too ugly to explore (but they抳e both been there before).
He quotes nathanael west.
She tries her best, but can抰 find a mouth to grin with
慍ause a tragedy requires a little greatness to begin with...
You are I'll wind, You blow no good;
A pissant under glass, an airport neighborhood.
Earthquake survivor, feral youngsters smoking tea.
Spit in your hands and see you splinter every tree.
Culver city! Beachwood drive! Vesper avenue! Hey hey!
The needle on the radiator rising as the road inclines.
The scene is going nowhere fast; he抯 shooting highway signs.
She carves her sorry epitaph, a carjack fever scrawl:
"If you only live in movies maybe you don抰 really live at all."
You don't need a passport.?
(Theme From) Carjack Fever Lyrics