I was lying on the side of the road Not so different from a pile of trash
Irritated as a heat rash Plucking hairs out of my mustache One by one Thought my upper lip needed some sun And I was looking for the secret code Wandering around American roads Oh, it was an inspiration payload Pretty good grease for frying memories
Strike a bolt of lightning into me Surfing on a sea of ecstasy Wonder how this all could come to be
Breathe
Do it again, do it again Take a deep breath and hold it, hold it in Wait around all night to strike the match
But all the fumes have wandered home So what shouldÂŽve been an inferno Is a faint nostalgic glow Pretty good grease for frying memories
Strike a bolt of lightning into me Surfing on a sea of ecstasy Wonder how this all could come to be
I had a dream love and light were winning I woke up laughing, I woke up singing
And now these memories Strike a bolt of lightning into me Surfing on a sea of ecstasy Wonder how this all could come to be
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