I'm driving through the desert in someone else’s motor home. Then like BAM (police) a thousand dollar ticket just for littering. I said it's just an apple, he said it doesn’t matter. But But But?!?... oh yeah... you’re a cop. All the while, gas prices are skyrocketing. A hundred dollars a tank, though secretly I'm smiling. Two hundred miles and mountains on my vision screen, listening to shitty pop songs, trying to sing along. Now, suddenly, I'm walkin' red faced through the desert. Ninety-Nine degrees and I'm all out of water. Cops with K-9's straight pullin' over motorists and I'm laughing all the way walkin' east from Arizona. Rest stop approaching with the sweat drippin' off my back. Assault the vending machine with a salt water attack. Bike posse pedals, doin' 20 on the freeway while I'm drinkin' stolen water, plannin' routes on how my map reads.

Right now, I might be in your back yard, diggin' through your garbage and blowin' up your parking lot. Spot me in your alleys and your gutters, see, I been down the southern and I know there's more than something wrong. I've been through those ruins. Natives left their cities' problems, more than just sewage. They knew more than we know now. Money's got us chasin' more than we can choke down. These days, Americans Dream's wakin' up. We're blowin' up our targets, climbing to the stars, and STOP! Straight turn three-sixty. Start running through the marshes, climbin' up the bark and... Malls, Cars, Bars, get em' torn down. Straight light up a torch and burn em to the ground Terraformation, Earthly Transformation. Dump gasoline throughout the bus station. Ok, here we go again, man's next evolution more than 10,000 years later. Power.

Now I'm lying in the sand with the sun beatin' my face. Head full of foggy memories of my previous days' haste:
Bikes, Chains, Fights, the Terminator. Long Distance calls like "Mom, I just hopped my first train!" Walking hungry endless hours to find little or nothing. Then coming across a dumpster full of stale english muffins. Long miles, long hours, swervin' up the mountain pass, shitty dogs and wild deer, threatenin' to attack. Sleeping in the parking lots of local grocery stores. Store food in my backpack until I find more. Kids trippin’ on the hill, sushi/saki at the Co-Op Spangin' with a sign "Vietnam Vet needs your help" Odd walks through Denver, peering through the sky in terror to find it not crashing down on me or my companion. Alco, Walgreen’s, Drugstore receipt scam. Vitamins for a $20, just cuz I was hungry. Clear blue skies setting over ugly shopping malls, all the while I'm sweatin' it, lying in the desert. Sun beatin' down but it's really no surprise. Perfect end to a perfect summer could only end with my demise. But wait! No. Look. Move the Rock, Move the rock. Look. What is that? Back from the dead or maybe not dead yet. Risin' like Christ and it's three days later. I will make my body in the shape of a weapon. I will make my body in the shape of a weapon. I will make my body in the shape of a weapon. I will make my mind into the form of exception.