White trash heroes lyrics Archers Of Loaf

White trash heroes

Frozen out of focus, the sunday crowd
Started dreaming of television turned up too loud.
And coded conversations, half baked and tired,
Left us sleepy on blacktops burning the motor mile.
And underneath the arcade, details collide
There's good shopping, but all those patrons have too much style.
And moving in slow motion the boulevard started seething
With hip half-ravers in techno bars.
It ends life along the neon sign (It is like a long, imperfect time)
all speeding past, collide and crashing, I'm in paradise (on the motor mile).
Sealed in concentration (Soaked in complication), the lantern lights
Started shrinking (seething) on dead men drinking white liquor wine.
And iced with complication (condensation), the methane gas
Started leaking on bastards burning half red and black.
We can ride along in perfect time
Or speeding past, collide and crashing, I'm in paradise.
And standing at the gates of NC State fair,
I saw you smoking with all those new friends you've got to spare.
And melting back in focus the sunday crowd
Started sleeping with (dreaming of) white trash heroes, TV's turned down.
In their eyes, along the neon sky (It ends like a long, imperfect time)
All speeding past, collide and crashing, I'm in paradise (on the motor mile).
We can ride along in perfect time
Or dreaming of the white trash heroes on the motor mile (I'm in paradise).
It ends life along the neon sky (It ends life along in perfect time)
All speeding past, collide and crashing on the motor mile.
We can't lie along in perfect time
All dreaming of the white trash heroes, I'm in paradise.