Fresh Hell

The boys out screaming on a catwalk gleaming

They was just trying to get around

And it meant nothing to those very fine cretins

There are plenty of heathens this town

With breath so beleaguered and my organs feeling weaker

I'm glad no ones gives a damn

I could spend a million dollars in a couple of hours

Ain't much, but it'd do more to help my fellow man

All the girls they patrolling while the simps timeline scrolling

Everyone gets their fix

New York to San Francisco express those little planes go

Air traffic with a billion tricks