Pop Song Written on the Automall
I'm strapped right in
Sun-choked but feel good
I'm pinned to this mood
I'm tied to this grin
You seem a little down
You cut an impacted portrait
You wear it like a corset
You wear those times like a gown
Smile back and say hi
Wave to me from your zone
Smile back and say hi
There's an end to this road
I'm strapped right in
Sun-choked but feel good
I'm pinned to this mood
I'm tied to my grin
You seem a little down
You cut an impacted portrait
You wear it like a corset
You wear those times like a gown
Smile back and say hi
Wave to me from your zone
Smile back and say hi
There's an end to this road
End-times here, get your rapture here
End-times here, get your rapture here
End-times here, get your rapture here
End-times here, get your rapture here
I've had the same dream
I've had since I was three
A small plane in the sky
When the bomb breaks free
You let the future eat you up
You shut down in the present
The worry becomes incessant
So I'll spell out the ending:
It goes boom