In the car
Supposedly off to see the angels
Clocks hogging the skies
Passenger's face sore
Anger fist and ripped ticket
Right at the entrance of heaven of all places!
So night pretends to know me
Friday wants to do business
And bright white chili's are burning themselves
on the way to my mouth
Doing the limbo as twilight get's the courage to appear
The car halts to a grind, colorful cal-de-sac
And off we go again as the road opens up
Some are born with a martyr in the heart
It's not my cup of coffee
Yet I have no excuse for lashing out
Flaming roosters all day times have vanished
The lights all grin
The sound of a pond crowded with horny frogs
I travel with color back to my birth
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