The price of gas is up, and the smog is pressing down
on the concrete all around
Out there the ocean rots, past a toppled domino skyline
and haunted neon signs
The penthouse deck is overgrown
There's a dustbowl out where the golf course used to be,
just past the last dead tree
Where children play in masks, snake oil lotion for the sun --
at least the lucky ones
We're sleeping through the dying of the light
As the dumpster fires of history burn bright
And the ghosts have given up in their machines
Can we spit out this rancid bait
and unlearn the American dream?
Can we unlearn the American dream?