White Trash Heroes

Frozen out of focus, the Sunday crowd

Started dreaming of television turned up too loud

Coded conversation, half baked and tired

Left us sleepy on blacktops burning the motor mile

And underneath the arcade, details collide

There's good shopping, but all those patrons have too much style

And moving in slow motion the boulevard

Started seething with them half-ravers and techno bars

Dead ends lie along the neon sky

All speeding past collide and crashing, I'm in paradise

Sealed in concentration, the lantern lights

Started shrinking on dead men drinking white liquor wine

And iced complication, the methane gas

Started leaking on bastards burning half red and black

We can ride along in perfect time

All speeding past collide and crashing, I'm in paradise

And standing at the gates of NC state fair

Saw you smoking with all those new friends you've got to spare

And melting back in focus the Sunday crowd

Started sleeping with white trash heroes, TV's turned down

In their eyes, along the neon sky

All speeding past collide and crashing, I'm in paradise

We can ride along in perfect time

All dreaming of the white trash heroes on the boulevard

Dead ends lie along the neon sky

All speeding past the line and crashing on the boulevard

We can ride along in perfect time

All dreaming of the white trash heroes, I'm in paradise