Junk for Code

Motor highway
Like a colorless ribbon in the heat
Twisting through zip codes
It's cut, scratches, sleepwalking feet
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

Sick and
Sick and

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

I bet you wanted