Kenosha

Oh Kenosha I can see the sunset Through the smoke that follows over Indiana Native concrete Watch the signs for changes In the cold steel arms of the same old goddamn highway We are too many miles gone The breeze is blowing gasoline My face is made of chemicals And I don't know what winter means Oh Chicago Full of human travelers Rolling through the hallways of the city center Give me shelter We'll have jazz and coffee In the jigsaw houses Until our minds are steady We are too many miles gone The breeze is blowing gasoline My face is made of chemicals And I don't know what winter means We were thrown into the atmosphere When Jesus built the rain machine It gave us all our sense of time that's treated with diazepine Oh Kenosha I can see the sunset Through the smoke that follows over Indiana