Songtexte:
Traffic Means To An End

see the meaning Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice And before the fire died and they were leaving I'm a means to an end and everybody

meaning Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice And before the fire died and they were leaving I'm a means to an end and everybody's

an opera at Lincoln Center Movie stars arrive by limousine The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan But the lights are out on the mean

love to bring Were they only the fitful dreams Of some greater awakening? I've been aware of the time going by They say in the end it's the wink of an

aggravation Who needs it? The aggravation, the daily goddamn hassle It's a bummer, who needs it, who gives a dam? Bumper to bumper in the traffic jam

by a parking ticket, man By the end of him getting a parking ticket or traffic ticket The cop would be giving him a hand job at the end of it

combing them deserts my figure eight knotted lifeline defined traffic the way my schoolin' end-less-ly defined every day one exquisite fitted crisis rivets an

runnin from the cops and shit so i hopped out the car like the dukes of hazard then clide yells out you stupid bastard start runnin through traffic and

Chocking us with aggravation. Who needs it? the aggravation the daily goddam hassle. It's a bummer, who gives a dam? Bumper to bumper in the traffic