Another body lies in the streets but we shrug it off, turn our heads Victims of progress, symptoms of technology "Traffic s**s" we say But someone lost their little girl today Bodies strewn...life goes on Families destroyed...life goes on The saddest day...but life goes on
Can't regress to the days of old, won't let go of the tools of today But is the cost for convienence too much to pay? Her makeup now flows into the gutter, blood runs cold As America speeds by to make it home for primetime TV