Slow slow quick quick slow -- ride.      At any moment, you know,   your manufactured cool could blow   Welcome to the land of pointless and destructive      You keep whining and crying into your beer,   complaining the reception doesn't come in clear   (you just can't make a connection)      What are all the pretty people on?   No one ever learns to speak American   There are only so many Kung Fu movies you can watch      Haircut, hometown, heroin friends   You make excuses, you should make amends   Who do you call for help when all your friends are dead?      Slow slow quick quick slow -- ride.   Slow slow quick quick slow -- ride.      Now they're calling to you from the bar,   and they're fucking with your film noir   and you wear your hope like Christmas      Now I don't know how to break this to you   but her blue eyes were never blue   So now the good times are gone but really, they never arrived      The terrycloth's beneath the tie   and another liar's caught in a lie   "I love you" hangs in the air like a subtitle      There's a war going on inside the bar   she calls for the check, you call for the car   And when you kiss her she tastes like hot candy      Slow slow quick quick slow -- ride.   Slow slow quick quick slow -- ride.      Now you're just left to wonder   how she sized you up in three minutes or under   She's out of your league, you're out of your mind      Things only feel true   when someone's abusing you   You are sometimes startled you are never surprised      There are only two speeds: fast and faster,   now you're lashed to mast and lashed to master   Whether you're in bed or in court, everybody gets off      Slow slow quick quick slow -- ride.   Slow slow quick quick slow -- ride.      So she smokes to keep from eating   and you fuck her to keep from feeling   and this is a taste, and this is a waste   and these are all of your days sacrificed      You're rocking out in an empty room   you've built your house, it's become your tomb   Mmm thanks, she says, I'll keep my options open      Now you're nervous with hope, nervous with fear   she's barely gone, and you're barely here   Here comes the cocaine wakeup call      And like a boy, not a slave to fame   you kissed lipstick only after money came   Born in New York 30 years ago,    you've died several times since      Drive through tunnels and crawl through caves,   and suffer through a life no city can save   They've got an unmarked car with your name on it      Slow slow quick quick slow -- ride.   Slow slow quick quick slow -- ride.      So she smoked to keep from eating   and you fucked her to keep from feeling   and that was a taste, and that was a waste   now these are all of your days magnified      Style over content. You know the other   Keep slugging it out in the superstructure   If you love something, chances are you can't afford it      Forget what's ahead and what's past   and live every day as if it were the last   The dead man never knows he's dead      Slow slow quick quick slow -- ride.   Slow slow quick quick slow -- ride.