Stench of the Unburied

Incoherent but functional

Speeding like a dead comet

Purple crushed-velvet waistcoat

Flecked with Maalox and bits of dried vomit

Say what you will for the effort

You can't fault the technique

Still conscious at sunrise

For the third time this week

But when the blue lights flash

I know we're going to crash

And outside it's 92 degrees

And KROQ is playing Siouxsie and the Banshees

Blaupunkt in the dashboard

Cracks in the cylinder block

Heading up the Golden State Freeway

Toward Eagle Rock

Ice chest full of Corona

And Pineapple Crush

It'll take 20 years

For the toxins to flush

And when the sirens wail

I know we're going to jail

And outside it's 92 degrees

And KROQ is playing Siouxsie and the Banshees

Follow the flame to freedom

The flickering lights of armageddon

Find the foot of the ladder way down in the pit

Keep climbing forever

Try to keep the torch lit

And outside it's 92 degrees

And KROQ, the Rock of the 80s, is playing Siouxsie and the Banshees