Junk for Code

The motorway
Like a colorless ribbon in the heat
Twisting through zip codes
That cut and scratch your sleepwalking feet
A trail of red candy sucked white
Behind you in the street

So sick and tired
Where'd it all go
I bet you wanted
What you don't know
A celebration in a black hole
I bet you wanted junk for code

The boxcar tipped over
Buried two white girls in coal
We are the way
The past gets to the future
We are the hole

So sick and tired
Where'd it all go
I bet you wanted
What you don't know
A celebration in a black hole
I bet you wanted junk for code



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Asher Cruz, Eugene Goreshter, Carla Azar, Greg Charles Edwards
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