Money

Power's out all down the main road, dead lights!– Drivers left to their own devices It's a little over a three-hour drive to the state line Sometimes, wish I could just scale the skyline And from ten thousand feet up Say goodbye to the whole place at one time! And the phone lines feed me steps for how to pull it off! There's a language found in the humming! Any day I could run my whole life through my mind Like a table saw! But you can't do what you want for your job And make a lot of money! Power's ON a hundred hidden reactors these days! There's people playing Jenga with the main frame! And I could spill the van on the side of highway I don't think it would account for the bulk of the deadweight! But from eight hundred miles away You could tell me anything! And the folks are calling bluffs on the climate clock! But the world's already burning! I resent the masochistic front-desk code-switch At the econolodge! There is gonna be a blast gone off There is gonna be the shockwaves from it Any day there could be either one of two types of a rocket launch! I'm gonna do what I want And I'm not gonna make a lot of money