It's here I sit and rust amid this ruin
and rancor like tire irons
toothy grills and car parts before me...
The acid rain floods my floorboard,
burns my pores, and rots my upholstry..
once I was worshipped, polished magnificently,
now I lay in decay by the dirty
I'm ready to leave
I wanna get out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't want to die in here
I'm ready to ride
Mmy skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue...
my body unhinged and sleeping in the jungle
of motor block manifolds and metal
relics... what was deluxe becomes debris
, I never questioned loyalty,
but this dead end demolishes
the dream of an open highway...