Parking Lot

I'm a centerfold cardboard cutout trying to figure out what the next page is about
I lost my eyes to a ransom note, a pretty bloody broken handsome joke
I burnt out what they call weakness waiting for a fueled up weekend
Digging ditches for the earth queen to lay down fences of plastic and porcelain
Mind pour pop a sore, me and you should wage a war
Bring your apocalypse enthusiasm and we'll go down on the mausoleum
Cherry cream soda popping king I should know by now what that should mean
Your far side perception motivates my segregated civil intentions

Hey darling do you want a ride
Circling around the drive
Filling up the ashtray
Written in the burn holes
Stay away from me
Stalled in a parking lot
Warning no warning shots
Stalled in a parking lot

We're peeling a starlit ceiling and I don't understand that light bulb feeling
Fear of conductive, instructive material reproducing conducive material
Turtle soup fed the group slurped it out of some working girl's boot
I'm the man picking up cans recycling aluminum tinfoil email spam

Hey darling do you want a ride
Circling around the drive
Filling up the ashtray
Written in the burn holes
Stay away from me
Stalled in a parking lot
Warning no warning shots
Stalled in a parking lot



Credits
Writer(s): A Mild Inconvenience
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