(Theme from) Carjack Fever

Well, there's a bright white light To shine shine on all the dim bulbs in the crowd tonight And there's a thin yellow line to separate the fast lane And there's a man I know, he'll take apart your engine if you ask him right; Let's empty all the minibars and leave this town in flames He's starving for attention She's swallowing her pride Bitter gall for bleeding ulcers Attitudes you can't abide A sentence fragment city A poor excuse for a life of crime This is not a road picture We are not amused (or surprised) You don't need a passport to know what state you're in She wore barrettes of many colors in her many-colored hair That's not the point -- they only notice what you wear She said, "the moon is a toenail, the stars are a guardrail My heart is a sand pail And you're Toluca lake." Stop the traffic! Bend the time! We're heading into territory too ugly to explore (but they've both been there before) He quotes Nathanael West She tries her best But can't find a mouth to grin with -- Cause a tragedy requires a little greatness to begin with... You are ill wind, you blow no good; A pissant under glass, an airport neighborhood Earthquake survivor, feral youngsters smoking tea Spit in your hands and see you splinter every tree Culver City! Beachwood Drive! Vesper Avenue! Hey hey! The needle on the radiator Rising as the road inclines The scene is going nowhere fast; He's shooting highway signs She carves her sorry epitaph A carjack fever scrawl: "If you only live in movies maybe you don't really live at all." You don't need a passport to know what state you're in To know what state you're in To know what state you're in To know what state you're