Orange asphalt meets with the dusk an acquaintance   Becomes atmosphere   When you're ready to retire you get off the bus   Man you get the hell out of here   Then it's said, degeneration, its my excuse, its my separation   Then it's said, degeneration   Electric city read   And its up reptilian way, minus a jackson   I'm gonna waste away my E.C. night again   But I hold on   Orange pavement meets with my face   An old fashioned grounding atmosphere   Tripped up and tired, broke, they're killing us   But i feel the sun coming again