Ride - The Golden Palominos

At any moment, you know

Your manufactured cool could blow

Welcome to the land of pointless and destructive

You keep whining and crying into your beer

Complaining the reception doesn’t come in clear

(you just can’t make a connection)

What are all the pretty people on?

No one ever learns to speak American

There are only so many Kung Fu movies you can watch

Haircut, hometown, heroin friends

You make excuses, you should make amends

Who do you call for help when all your friends are dead?

Now they’re calling to you from the bar

And they’re fucking with your film noir

And you wear your hope like Christmas

Now I don’t know how to break this to you

But her blue eyes were never blue

So now the good times are gone but really, they never arrived

The terrycloth’s beneath the tie

And another liar’s caught in a lie

«I love you» hangs in the air like a subtitle

There’s a war going on inside the bar

She calls for the check, you call for the car

And when you kiss her she tastes like hot candy

Now you’re just left to wonder

How she sized you up in three minutes or under

She’s out of your league, you’re out of your mind

Things only feel true

When someone’s abusing you

You are sometimes startled you are never surprised

There are only two speeds: fast and faster

Now you’re lashed to mast and lashed to master

Whether you’re in bed or in court, everybody gets off

So she smokes to keep from eating

And you fuck her to keep from feeling

And this is a taste, and this is a waste

And these are all of your days sacrificed

You’re rocking out in an empty room

You’ve built your house, it’s become your tomb

Mmm thanks, she says, I’ll keep my options open

Now you’re nervous with hope, nervous with fear

She’s barely gone, and you’re barely here

Here comes the cocaine wake up call

And like a boy, not a slave to fame

You kissed lipstick only after money came

Born in New York 30 years ago, you’ve died several times since

Drive through tunnels and crawl through caves

And suffer through a life no city can save

They’ve got an unmarked car with your name on it

So she smoked to keep from eating

And you fucked her to keep from feeling

And that was a taste, and that was a waste

Now these are all of your days magnified

Style over content.

You know the other

Keep slugging it out in the superstructure

If you love something, chances are you can’t afford it

Forget what’s ahead and what’s past

And live every day as if it were the last

The dead man never knows he’s dead