Car Crash For A Soul — текст песни (Miss Black America)

Skilled, professional teams have created,
In magnificent sweatshops,
This gold-plated plastic gangster
With a car crash for a soul
Keep the motor running
Let the good times roll
On over the precipice
My life came flat-packed
Inside, it`s falling to pieces
But the surface remains intact
At the drive-in with a car crash for a soul
You call this a party?
It feels like a funeral

And we thought we`d died alone
These braindead functions never felt like fun
And now`s the time for us to say,
"If we`re gonna crash, they`re gonna pay"
Yeah, yeah

Tonight we shine so bright
Tonight we kill the light
Our star is rising
Yours is falling

Shopping`s just like sex in pornos:
Urgent and joyless
"I`m so modern everything is pointless"
With this smashed-up, burned out car crash for a soul
There`s no big "FUCK YOU"
We just lost all self-control

And we thought we`d died alone
These branded boxes never felt like home
And now`s the time for us to say,
"If they`re gonna screw these corpses, they`re gonna pay"
Yeah, yeah

Tonight we shine so bright
Tonight we kill the light
Our star is rising
Yours is falling