[Requiem] On the road.
Blackness.
The street lights are like the small memories of existence that flash before my eyes.
The snow is falling again and the world is muted.
Red tail lights flow like rivers of fresh blood, seeping and crawling across the pavement.
I feel uptight on a Saturday night
Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light
I hear my song and it pulls me through
Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do
I got to
Squeal of tires as the speeding car fishtails into traffic.
The slight rock of the springs as the rear quarter panel connects with another car.
Satisfying crunch.
The panel lays broken and left behind.
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City
I wonder what I want.
I wonder why.
I wonder what it is that makes me who and what I am.
The straight even lines on the pavement mock me.
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
When I became a man I put away childish things.
Pulling back from the echo of emotion
Lurching jar of contact.
Sparks.
Getting late
I just can't wait
Ten o'clock and I know I gotta hit the road
First I drink, then I smoke
Start up the car, and I try to make the midnight show
Highway opens before me.
Clear. For the first time.
No traffic.
Can't live in this city no more.
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
When the cop pulls you over.
You stare at their blue lights and time the flashing
You look at their badge
Their cock sure swagger
That gun on their hip
Your mind races, deciding whether you've made a mistake.
Movin' fast, doin' 95
Hit top speed but I'm still movin' much too slow
I feel so good, I'm so alive
I hear my song playin' on the radio
It goes
That moment passes.
You can't go back.
Would you if you could?
How much does the gun at your head mean?
Husk with a badge lays broken and left behind.
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
Rest stop looms ahead.
You step inside and look at the man in the sweater behind the counter.
Reading the paper. Egypt? Fuck Egypt.
What do I want?
Twelve o'clock, I gotta rock
There's a truck ahead, lights starin' at my eyes
Oh my God, no time to turn
I got to laugh 'cause I know I'm gonna die
Why
The car falls away from me.
Naked and broken, all that's left are 4 tattered wheels.
The engine smokes and finally dies
Rolls to a stop next to the sign
No great revelation.
Our best moments happen in rest stop lobbies
With old men wearing sweaters.
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get up
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
Time to steal another car.
The street lights are like the small memories of existence that flash before my eyes.
The snow is falling again and the world is muted.
Red tail lights flow like rivers of fresh blood, seeping and crawling across the pavement.
I feel uptight on a Saturday night
Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light
I hear my song and it pulls me through
Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do
I got to
Squeal of tires as the speeding car fishtails into traffic.
The slight rock of the springs as the rear quarter panel connects with another car.
Satisfying crunch.
The panel lays broken and left behind.
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City
I wonder what I want.
I wonder why.
I wonder what it is that makes me who and what I am.
The straight even lines on the pavement mock me.
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
When I became a man I put away childish things.
Pulling back from the echo of emotion
Lurching jar of contact.
Sparks.
Getting late
I just can't wait
Ten o'clock and I know I gotta hit the road
First I drink, then I smoke
Start up the car, and I try to make the midnight show
Highway opens before me.
Clear. For the first time.
No traffic.
Can't live in this city no more.
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
When the cop pulls you over.
You stare at their blue lights and time the flashing
You look at their badge
Their cock sure swagger
That gun on their hip
Your mind races, deciding whether you've made a mistake.
Movin' fast, doin' 95
Hit top speed but I'm still movin' much too slow
I feel so good, I'm so alive
I hear my song playin' on the radio
It goes
That moment passes.
You can't go back.
Would you if you could?
How much does the gun at your head mean?
Husk with a badge lays broken and left behind.
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
Rest stop looms ahead.
You step inside and look at the man in the sweater behind the counter.
Reading the paper. Egypt? Fuck Egypt.
What do I want?
Twelve o'clock, I gotta rock
There's a truck ahead, lights starin' at my eyes
Oh my God, no time to turn
I got to laugh 'cause I know I'm gonna die
Why
The car falls away from me.
Naked and broken, all that's left are 4 tattered wheels.
The engine smokes and finally dies
Rolls to a stop next to the sign
No great revelation.
Our best moments happen in rest stop lobbies
With old men wearing sweaters.
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get up
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
Time to steal another car.