Cars, Pt. 2 Video (MV)

I don't know exactly what post-modern means
I just want to stare at the silver screen.
I crave a story that speaks to me.
I wanna see em f*ck and say what they mean.

I'm sick of selling my integrity
Just to hedge against potential catastrophe.
To seem fine enough to family.
To dress like 1973.

Want a sheriff who fights for me.
Cowboys shootin' robbers shootin' ecstasy.
Sea of blood called second street.
I got a warrant for the deputy.

I'm blaming systems and apathy.
I'm blaming our immoral economy.
Coors Light and amphetamines
So I believe me that it's never been me.

But I'm the one who shows up to the agency.
I'm the one who lies for this magazine.
I'm the one who spins in the press release.
Together we can airbrush the American Dream.

I wanna drive from California to Schenectady.
I wanna steal my parents Honda Odyssey.
Kidnap my prom date and her family.
I wanna drive if I can never be clean.

I wish we had an accident.
This is all an accident.
I wish we had an accident.
This is all an accident.

You are, you are, something I can't define.
We are, we are, hopelessly intwined!