Captive of the Sun

歌詞

My Miss Phonia brought the faders up now. She's a military grade, in dolby surround, around 5. 1. Cue the barking from the baritone. Conductor in the pit for the car honk duet. Half-tone harmony from the sewer. Rebel youth quier belt phrases even newer. Dump truck man drops the beat with the trash cans, call 9 11! We got therapy demands, Philharmonic got a first chair car crash. Pan the falsetto to smash the glass. It's a drive-by lullaby that couldn't get worse. A melody abandoned in the key of New York. Where nothing comes after I'm a passtime streamer, hanging from the rafters - I don't get out I don't have fun Livin' like a captive of the sun Sight read the chart clap the rocks into sand. A 12-pass van, on a pothole band stand. Got an oil can hangover by default, and trucks pave the roads with amphetamine salt. Skull shakin' cadence of the J train rolls the rythm of defeat, repeating like a pulse, marching on and static, lyrics shout a retort into the melody abandoned in the key of new york.