busted wires
electrical fires
hired liars
and insurance scams
what exactly is preserved in jams
fruits that would have gone to spoil
windfall that would have rotted into soil
you’re a sold soul over oil
we were in the radio room
waiting for teevee
you were in the egyptian tomb
waiting for eternity
ra ra ra
and the cheerleaders fall over
opium poppies not four leaved clover
and the electric dream goes super nova
we aren’t here for the magazines
we aren’t here for the movie screens
we are here for the shifting scenes
where fashion is birthed and renewal screams
between the sparks and intermittent darks grow dreams