Orange asphalt meets with the dusk an acquaintancenBecomes atmospherenWhen you're ready to retire you get off the busnMan you get the hell out of herenThen it's said, degeneration, its my excuse, its my separationnThen it's said, degenerationnElectric city readnAnd its up reptilian way, minus a jacksonnI'm gonna waste away my E.C. night againnBut I hold onnOrange pavement meets with my facenAn old fashioned grounding atmospherenTripped up and tired, broke, they're killing usnBut i feel the sun coming againn