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 bast*rds 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 lie along in perfect time
All dreaming of the white trash heroes, i'm in paradise