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