With no clear reasoning in mind He stole his uncle's Peterbilt And drove it straight into a retaining wall He got a concussion and broke his nose and Broke his arm the bone split and showing He walked two miles to his apartment Wrapped his arm in a shirt and Disconnected the telephone And sat for days paralyzed in fear Of the inevitable retribution That he was most certain would appear His Concussion Eyes Have Followed a Black Line He listens to the Blisters and the Flesheaters and X And he takes ephedrine and drinks coffee While his arm slowly becomes diseased Paralyzed in fear because it's a rust and green Driven state and exhaust fumes line the walls Exhaust fumes line every wall His Concussion Eyes Have Followed a Black Line