We Are
In the bright soft light
Of a full sun on a day that’s not hot
In a car
On an empty street
Shooting the breeze
Waving cigars out the windows as we bounce along
Evil deeds done
And piled up in the back for all to see
And we are without feeling
One way or another
Only moving forward
Driving through the soft light
The high-rises stare on
Out over the pavement
And the pavement’s pavement
And the pavement’s pavement’s pavement
Godless
Scanning the city with black eyes like thick coin slots
We go on and on and on just like this