James Ferraro Million Dollar Man

Tekst piosenki

Out of an air conditioned Prius
I open the car door
A warm desert heat rushes in

In the infinite expanse of
Malls and designer condos
A treadmill burns quietly
On the freeway

My sculpted abs are a conduit
For something unknown
Both judgmental
And scared of judgment

Bottled water
What is that I’m so conscious
Of water all the time?

Traffic jams and designer suits
Lost in the smog of an ancient dream
Fear and Hair-gel in a silicon simulation
24 hour hand sanitizer

And you remain anonymous