Its 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 upholstery. . .once I was
worshipped, polished magnificently, now I lay in decay by the dirty
angry bay. . .
I'm ready to leave
I wanna get out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't wanna die in here
I'm ready to ride. . .
My skin is metallic now, no longer and 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.
Dig me. . .but don't. . .bury me
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