Mostly Dust

The kids pop wheelies against traffic Outside the cafe where we sip our lattes And squint to block the sun that we’re just trying to orbit If they’d let us It would be nice to be set adrift Floating among the satellite bits Old billy blizzard didn’t even know the half of it Let me say it… LA is raining dust I guess Worcester is frozen solid We never had a miracle like this No we never got to enjoy it All slogans fade under the pressure of unending waves The natural sweet serenade of the very first rained-on parade A semi-intellectual cheapskate With the two-toned PT cruiser of people Have you ever sat through such drivel So Find your fists Or Find yourself the highest yelp-rated lobotomist And get a grip Hey man dont you tell me ‘I dont wanna know how this one ends’ We’re not married to the half ideas of the half-assed people that would enjoy our end you call that being on the defense? LA is raining dust I guess Worcester is frozen solid We never had a miracle like this No we never got to enjoy it