Category: Album – Panicky Crispy

The Motor City rocks like a head full of granite
We were diggin’ heavy metal before the whole planet
Got the Iggy Pop punk rock crash boom rattle
Too much grunge, we had to ship it to Seattle

I’m not country
I never owned a pickup truck
Don’t drink too much or get in fights
Never been down on my luck

I’m not mad and I’m not mean
But look at all these human beings
Splattered on my TV screen
I got to fight war

I saw a square cloud
It was a perfect square
I never mentioned it out loud
Maybe I wasn’t even really there

I never cheated on you
I never cheated on you
I never cheated on you I ain’t that dumb
But the night’s still young

It’s hot downtown tonight
Cool in the North and West
Teens in the suburbs
I’m living under house arrest

Who needs this continental overkill?
We got trains that are rusting on the tracks
Who cares if you build a better oil drill
It’s too late the knife is hanging in our backs

There are rainbows and antennas that whisper in the night
With silence in my heart I recognize
The morning is not far I see the fading of the stars
Memory of the day precedes the light

The hill is gone and a hole remains
On the outskirts of the town
And a man is what that boy became
Now I’m gonna shut it down