The Rat Patrol and DJ's

Strangled by the cellophane in the story of her life
She got theirs and they got mine
Eighteen tubes of butane running corporation fairs
It’s discount-like and out of time
And when the blacktop and the buildings start to move
Stocked headshots of cold snakes caught in golden days delight
A coliseum parking fight
Not another FM trap for you
Still so graceless
And when the television static starts to move
And when the television static starts to move
That’s when the Rat Patrol and DJ’s turn to you