cars are backed up to lake Michigan
take cover
stop and breathe
take a hit of home made Ecstasy
and sleep away life

there is enough cocaine
to drown a crying child
there is enough cocaine
to bleed a sour infant

and they're dancing
on the floor dancing
without motion or cause.

When does this end
when do you set down the Chiclets and cigarettes
and pick up a pen again?

I'll sit back and wonder
wish i could be you
there with you
and dance without question of trance
now breathe; and sink