Gasolina from Everything On by Dirt Fishermen

Gasolina


No sign of Gasoline
It’s alright. It’s alright
Down the street Barreling
There we go
Oh Looky there- a spare Hydrogen
We can make a mannequin
Light the wick- the last gallon
And we blow

Headlights on the scene
We ride on a dreamland
Moonlight guarantees us
A dark way home

Another year-it’s clear
We’ll forget about
Black frames on the wall
Fill ‘em up- corrupt the powertrain
A new face to thrill them all
Tell me one more time again
How you hate their lies
As you drive off the road again
Bitterbrush under your tires

She’s called Gasolina
A new trick for staying cleaner
All Hail to the queen
Close your eyes and enjoy the fall

We all have to go
Like Smoke in air
We all have to stow
Our dreams there

Beep Beep Bam Bam rides again
Sell the dream to them all
Eat the world it grows back again
Till the fires burn it all
Cool your jets, and yet
The message clear
GDP must grow each year
I’m confused- what’s the word-
That kills us all

She’s called gasolina
Moonlight on the scene
All hail to the queen
She will burn us all

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