White Trash Heroes

Frozen out of focus, the Sunday crowd Started dreaming of television turned up too loud Coded conversation, half baked and tired Left us sleepy on blacktops burning the motor mile And underneath the arcade, details collide There's good shopping, but all those patrons have too much style And moving in slow motion the boulevard Started seething with them half-ravers and techno bars Dead ends lie along the neon sky All speeding past collide and crashing, I'm in paradise Sealed in concentration, the lantern lights Started shrinking on dead men drinking white liquor wine And iced complication, the methane gas Started leaking on bastards burning half red and black We can ride along in perfect time All speeding past collide and crashing, I'm in paradise And standing at the gates of NC state fair Saw you smoking with all those new friends you've got to spare And melting back in focus the Sunday crowd Started sleeping with white trash heroes, TV's turned down In their eyes, along the neon sky All speeding past collide and crashing, I'm in paradise We can ride along in perfect time All dreaming of the white trash heroes on the boulevard Dead ends lie along the neon sky All speeding past the line and crashing on the boulevard We can ride along in perfect time All dreaming of the white trash heroes, I'm in paradise