We drove the road
of irresponsibility
until we ran out of gas

They were our own rules then
We made them up as we went along
Soda spitting out of the machine
into our cups

Hotdogs on hot rollers
spinning wildly as we watched

Tobacco and stacks of dirty magazines
behind the counter

Who cares?
This was an adult world now

Gasoline, cheap liquor
and puke
made an interesting aroma

It smelled like heaven then

Beef jerky in a metal can
and lottery tickets
close at hand

Everything seemed
so convenient

Yet it rarely was