Ride Lyrics - The Golden Palominos

At any moment, you know, 

Your manufactured cool could blow 

Welcome to the land of pointless and destructive 

You keep whining and crying into your beer, 

Complaining the reception doesn't come in clear 

(you just can't make a connection) 

What are all the pretty people on? 

No one ever learns to speak American 

There are only so many Kung Fu movies you can watch 

Haircut, hometown, heroin friends 

You make excuses, you should make amends 

Who do you call for help when all your friends are dead? 

Now they're calling to you from the bar, 

And they're fucking with your film noir 

And you wear your hope like Christmas 

Now I don't know how to break this to you 

But her blue eyes were never blue 

So now the good times are gone but really, they never arrived 

The terrycloth's beneath the tie 

And another liar's caught in a lie 

"I love you" hangs in the air like a subtitle 

There's a war going on inside the bar 

She calls for the check, you call for the car 

And when you kiss her she tastes like hot candy 

Now you're just left to wonder 

How she sized you up in three minutes or under 

She's out of your league, you're out of your mind 

Things only feel true 

When someone's abusing you 

You are sometimes startled you are never surprised 

There are only two speeds: fast and faster, 

Now you're lashed to mast and lashed to master 

Whether you're in bed or in court, everybody gets off 

So she smokes to keep from eating 

And you fuck her to keep from feeling 

And this is a taste, and this is a waste 

And these are all of your days sacrificed 

You're rocking out in an empty room 

You've built your house, it's become your tomb 

Mmm thanks, she says, I'll keep my options open 

Now you're nervous with hope, nervous with fear 

She's barely gone, and you're barely here 

Here comes the cocaine wake up call 

And like a boy, not a slave to fame 

You kissed lipstick only after money came 

Born in New York 30 years ago, you've died several times since 

Drive through tunnels and crawl through caves, 

And suffer through a life no city can save 

They've got an unmarked car with your name on it 

So she smoked to keep from eating 

And you fucked her to keep from feeling 

And that was a taste, and that was a waste 

Now these are all of your days magnified 

Style over content. You know the other 

Keep slugging it out in the superstructure 

If you love something, chances are you can't afford it 

Forget what's ahead and what's past 

And live every day as if it were the last 

The dead man never knows he's dead