Captive of the Sun

My Miss Phonia brought the faders up now.
 She's a military grade, in dolby surround, around 5.
 1.
 Cue the barking from the baritone.
 Conductor in the pit for the car honk duet.
 Half-tone harmony from the sewer.
 Rebel youth quier belt phrases even newer.
 Dump truck man drops the beat with the trash cans, call 9 11!
 We got therapy demands, Philharmonic got a first chair car crash.
 Pan the falsetto to smash the glass.
 it's a drive-by lullaby that couldn't get worse.
 A melody abandoned in the key of New York.
 Where nothing comes after I'm a passtime streamer, hanging from the rafters - I don't get out
 I don't have fun
 Livin' like a captive of the sun
 Sight read the chart clap the rocks into sand.
 A 12-pass van, on a pothole band stand.
 Got an oil can hangover by default, and trucks pave the roads with amphetamine salt.
 Skull shakin' cadence of the J train rolls the rythm of defeat, repeating like a pulse, marching on and static, lyrics shout a retort into the melody abandoned in the key of new york.