Pardon my imposition and the slurred speech on my tongue, but I couldn't help but notice you were looking for ruins to hide among,
See, I've tried on all these faces to see if they might fit,
I've tried to mumble phrases, but I'm tripping over it.

And the songs on the radio just suck I'm afraid,
It is my turn to drive and I can barely stay awake.

Hazardous conditions, pavement is wet,
I've got an eighteen wheeler future breathing down my neck,
And the bridge is icing over, and the brakes are shot to hell,
Voice on the radio says, "Here comes the 60's, here comes the 60's."

And they were arguing the merits of Freud and Darwin on MTV,
All the things they foist upon men's minds in the blessed name of free inquiry,
Buy stock in psychiatric hospitals, soon there'll be no vacancy,
Guess if no one's at home out there, then somebody else has got to fill that need.

The songs on the radio still suck I'm afraid,
It is my turn to drive and I can barely stay awake.

I need someone tonight,
Blind ambition,
I need someone tonight,
You've got my, my, my, my, my, my, my permission.

Now when a need is non-existent, you've got to create desire,
Eastern Europe is a most likely buyer,
They've been dying for it, crying for it ever since the wall,
For syringes, porn, designer drugs, orgasms and shopping malls.

Won't you pardon my imposition and my lack of tact and flair,
I was looking for redemption, I was hoping you might tell me where,
I can smell it on your breath, smell it in your hair,
I can almost reach and grasp it, but my vision's so impaired.

'Cause there's dung on the airwaves as far as I can see,
As far as the ear can tell in the 1990's.

Songs on the radio still suck I'm afraid,
It is my turn to drive and I can barely stay awake.

stay awake,
The '90's.
1990's,
1990's.