New Mexico Song Lyrics

As he lights an American Spirit, he asks how I can smoke such shit

I say there's nothing like chain smoking GPC cigarettes

Because any smokes will kill ya but these will make you feel like it

I sit back down on the parking lot curb

And remember back to February, the trip to Hartford

With five minutes to go, he was passed out on the staircase

Trying to walk to his apartment but not making it all the way

And now he's driving us 100 miles an hour down the interstate

Another beer in his hand, swearing we won't be late

That was before everyone moved to New Mexico

They all left a couple of months ago

Until the day my friend

When I sleep on the floor of your van again

I'll be waiting in this parking lot

And in my dreams

I am dirty broke, beautiful, and free

My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile

After hitching too many miles

We aren't revolutionaries

But, we are the revolution

And sometimes I think that the whole movement is just me and you

And that maybe we'd all be better off if that were true

Because then at least we'd know where we stand

And we could tell our comrades apart from the man

But if the world isn't that simple, maybe this town is at least

And if I'm not marching with them to war I'm sure not marching with you for peace

Class traitor? What fucking ever!

I'm just another middle class kid, too

But if I'm not good at changing, I'm good at self loathing

So I'll class hate myself with you

May our only occupation be not having a job

May the only cocktails that we make be Molotov

May that day be now

And for as many days after that as we know how

It starts in this parking lot

And in my dreams

I am dirty broke beautiful and free

My hands clenched in a fist and my face in a smile

After hitching too many miles