We’re addicted to planes, trains and automobiles
We’re addicted to addiction
We dig livin in fiction
For money, power, respect, the Army’s got to go kill
They’re under contract so let the blood spill
Sorta morbid ain’t it this picture that I just painted
It’s an epiphany I had
I realized just how tainted our thinking really is
While in New York when I saw a teenager being arrested for taggin a “friggin” wall.