Motor highway

Like a colorless ribbon in the heat

Twisting through zip codes

It's cut, scratches, sleepwalking feet

Trail of red candy sucked white

Behind you in the street

So sick and tired

Where'd it all go?

I bet you wanted

What you don't know

A celebration

In a black hole

I bet you wanted

Junk for code

The boxcar tipped over

Buried two white girls in coal

We are the way

The past gets to the future

We are the hole

Sick and

Sick and

So sick and tired

Where'd it all go?

I bet you wanted

What you don't know

A celebration

In a black hole

I bet you wanted

Junk for code

I bet you wanted