At the Smiling Buddha
The bar is full of twenty-somethings...

Run
Until your lungs collapse...

I am the four apples lined up like soldiers
And awaiting your inflexible command...

Driving down the 401 at half past midnight
The brightest lights come from the brazen neon...

Drive past a beggar sitting on the street
Riding in your Corvette with surround sound and...

"You know what I need?
A breakdown...

Holiday bullsh!t
A great time of year for Hallmark and Mattel...

Genocide is nothing much
that's why we call it cleansing...

Are you going to be the number
On the bottom of the screen...

Amphetamines and aspartame
Democracy and designer names...

I read your autobiography
in the stormclouds of your eyes...

So you'd come in at little past midnight
the night before, and not for the first time...