have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
blowing up the sunshine
There's nothing wrong with me
There's something wrong with you
We're the prophetic generation of bottled water
We drive as we live "It's New York drivers. It's one thing I've observed from living here: They will not slow down. It's almost like you're taunting them. I was told in Boston that signaling is revealing your intentions to the enemy. It's the same here. You're better off not signaling."
"...our brains lack the power to process all the things happening on the road" "...people, cloaked in the anonymity of their cars, exhibit the worst human traits. Like readers hiding behind pseudonyms online, self-importance inflates through the roof, social convention vanishes, and naked aggression rules.... drivers are fueled by ancient parts of the brain where instructions to hunt and kill reside."
Why don't you ask the kids at Tiananmen Square
Was fashion the reason why they were there?
They disguise it, hypnotize it
Television made you buy it
I'm just sitting in my car and waiting for my girl
She's scared that I will take her away from there
Dreams that her country left with no one there
Mesmerize the simple minded
Propaganda leaves us blinded
I'm just sitting in my car and waiting for my girl
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