Left town while coming down off an angry fit of rage sitting in traffic standing still reading disaster inked on the front page of my local newspaper of my home town so sick and tired of knowing my way around I wanna be lost with my head working straight instead of being in a familiar place Erased unfamiliar with myself left alone surrounded with a group of fools for freinds that will probably never be there when i reach the ends of the earth the ends of reality based on illusions and distorted morality that no one could ever live by no matter how hard they try cuase they can't resist the easy access to the finer things in life access in access exlax in excess in the air conditioning in your reclining chair a mouth full of shit taste like sugar coolies don't it!