(Feat. Fjola Evans) Your preconceptions your tyranny Are keeping the ash fault at bay I know these highways won't cry for me They will have nothing to say Bad crash does not deter greedy eyes Entranced by gla** on the road The radio's fear waves are puncturing through The shell of your tightly bound coat We were stuck in traffic for most of our lives Staring at the pa**ing cars, waiting at the light Living to finance your moving beast Crawl into it like a home Somewhere in our names there is a feast Where the aristocrats roam Dream of roads lit by billboards that tower up above I prefer the back of the car so I can soak in our money god's love We were stuck in traffic for most of our lives Staring at the pa**ing cars, waiting at the light