Green trees and grey cars
Crappy radio stations and candy bars
Parallax scrolling on slippery roads
Embarassing sounds, emergency phones, tiring calls

We come, we go, we´ll make a fortune
We run, we fall, we´ll make a fortune
We stand, we crawl, we´ll make a fortune

Blue exits and yellow signs
Twisted arms and moaning spines, memory games
Slam down a shot and fuel up on caffeine
Crowded bathrooms and grinding teeth
Blistering heat in empty clubs

We come, we go, we´ll make a fortune
We run, we fall, we´ll make a fortune
We stand, we crawl, we´ll make a fortune

Try to read the future
From the cracked up concrete walls
Palm reading believers
Try to tell the future
From the jaded crystal ball
Two tongued fortune-tellers
Pretending that they know it all

We come, we go, we´ll make a fortune
We run, we fall, we´ll make a fortune
We stand, we crawl, we´ll make a fortune