Open Road

J Church

This is no Vietnam, 
A battleground mechanical 
Of sexuality, 
This is a haunted house, 
Ghosts of our dead fathers 
Walk the halls here eternally 

When all your bankrupt dreams 
Die somewhere in space, 
Tell me that you're satisfied, 
You blink whenever you lie, 
When all your middle class dreams 
Blow up in your face, 
Losing trying to be right, 
That's the story of your life, 
The story of your life 

This isn't Chinatown, 
You can't pretend not 
To understand half of what you see, 
This is a shopping mall, 
You take your fetish 
And pass it off as cheap commodity 

When all your bankrupt dreams 
Die somewhere in space, 
Tell me that you're satisfied, 
You blink whenever you lie, 
When all your middle class dreams
Blow up in your face, 
Losing trying to be right, 
That's the story of your life, 
The story of your life 

My open road, 
My open road, 
Driving through L.A. 
With no special place to go, 
My open road, 
My open road, 
Everyone wants to move, 
They want to move out to the coast