"I must have hit something, by the look of the volume of oil pouring out of my shuttlecraft, the radiator was smashed off it's welds, crudely placed on the fan; which was not turning. It had been a poor day. A day to forget, and now it would accidentally last a bit longer, and that I escaped the retarded outskirts of New Kalamazoo; and had found myself drunk and stranded, already pissed about the disastrous results my relations had turned. Standing in a meteor storm at three a.m. Next to my f**ed shuttle. Time to get walking and follow the distant sound of late night FM radio to the population quads."
I) Mate Housing, Lovell Street; New K-Zoo
Now if I stay a bit too long. To find myself all too lost
Come push me down. Come beat me down. I deserve
All that came. A sad walk fifteen miles into town
So if I play with a tomb. I cannot think. I cannot lose. Come hold me down. Come crush me down. I reserve a chance to learn. I gave up hope for my world. There's nothing to give in, you're my plastic girl
So if I moan from the looks. Afraid to move. Afraid to stay. Come give me a drink. I need a drink. I'll light a smoke on my way. There's no hope for my world