Strange Days

Good morning, don't cop out

You crawled from the cancer to land on your feet

You are crazy to want this

Even for a while

We're making this shit up

The reasons for being are easy to pay

You can't remember the others

They just kind of went away

So you're driving, it's rush hour

The cars on the freeway are moving like slugs

When you drift off to wake up

Do you always hit the brakes?

We're done lying for a living

The strange days have come and you're, you're gone, you're gone

Either dead or dying

Either dead or trying to go

It's evening, you're tired

You sleep walk, a robot out to the street

You are crazy to want this

Even for a while

You're driving, it's rush hour

The cars on the freeway are moving

Backwards

Into a wall of fire

Backwards

Into a wall of fire

Backwards

Into a wall of fire

Backwards

Into a wall of fire

We're done lying for a living

The strange days have come and you're, you're gone, you're gone

We're done lying for a living

The strange days have come and you're, you're gone, you're gone

Either dead or dying

Either dead or trying to go

To go

Good morning, don't cop out