How I Learned To Hate The Modern World

The first time I drove on that road It was the middle of the night What a blessing from God just to have you by my side The first thought reminded too far much Of when I drove down through the fin and feather club I was alone On dowdy ferry road What a place to have gone When I was alone Saw the house from my dream where My father was back from the dead But not quite right Trailers burning metal churning I cry, I've had enough Head is pounding heart is drowning In burning metal dust The moment I got off the phone And consulted the map I should have known that the job was a trap I should have never showed My face again Anthony was so very justified And I've wasted far too much time Trailers burning metal churning I cry, I've had enough Head is pounding heart is drowning In burning metal dust