Broken Clown - Neo Realist Formica Dirge lyrics

The open highway pa**es by, a blur at sixty-five A cigarette for every mile I am empowered by the state to cremate dinosaurs And spoil the future of your sons I can see it looming Looming in the distance I keep it to myself I'd hate to have you worry I turn the wheel, turn off my mind Asphalt preoccupies I keep control, despite my state And that my mouth is dry I'm trying hard no to dwell on the bitter side of things But every time I think of you I just wish it could be over I lie awake all by myself and contemplate the news What are they hiding from me now? Space aliens and soldiers gearing for the overthrow Clantz likes to keep me well informed I try to deny for just a litte bit longer I close my eyes and think of you You're just a memory An exercise in wasted days of things that should have been It's wrong to sit and plot your d**h And wrong to let you leave I sing another dirge to you But I just wish it could be over So if I seem perplexed, don't take it personally A lot is weighing on my mind So what does it all matter now? I'm standing powerless And none of this is all your fault I close my eyes and see your face You're just a memory You're something that would plague my mind from ancient history I'm trying hard not to dwell on the bitter side of things I tell myself it's all spilled milk I just wish it could be over