Armored

Mismatched maniacs holding tight

to their underground Pontiacs.

Whoa! Hey!

Settle down coming around this way!

The brides are unhinged, and their mothers have insomniac eyes.

Pull the radio antenna out,

and shift it to the left, then to the left again. There, now the static’s just right.

Can you hear the forgotten echoes coming through?

Charging at my senses like a boomerang bullet? Take cover!