Stench of the Unburied

Incoherent but functional
 Speeding like a dead comet
 Purple crushed velvet waistcoat
 Flecked with Maalox and bits of dried vomit
 Say what you will for the effort
 You can't fault the technique
 Still conscious at sunrise
 For the third time this week
 But when the blue lights flash
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 I know we're going to crash
 And outside it's ninety-two degrees
 And KROQ is playing Siouxsie and the Banshees
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 Blaupunkt in the dashboard
 Cracks in the cylinder block
 Heading up the Golden State freeway
 Toward Eagle Rock
 Ice chest full of Corona
 And Pineapple Crush
 It'll take twenty years for the toxins to flush
 And when the sirens wail
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 I know we're going to jail
 And outside it's ninety-two degrees
 And KROQ is playing Siouxsie and the Banshees
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 Follow the flame to freedom
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 The flickering lights of armageddon
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 Find the foot of the land way down in the pit
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 Keep climbing forever
 Trying to keep the torch lit
 And outside it's ninety-two degrees
 And KROQ ("The Roq of the Eighties") is playing Siouxsie and the Banshees