State 48 E

Twenty years and counting. Heat on every day. AC humming, humming and day. Even in the shade. Temperature rising. Hotter getting even hotter. People keep moving. Asphalt getting wider and wider. Damn, damn, damn. Rush hours now take four. Bumper to bumpers, doors to doors. Shit's turned into something. This shit's really something. State forty-eight, gold rush, border city, Overpasses. Strangers, more strangers, heated exchanges. Ain't getting past it. State forty-eight, state forty-eight. Melting pot, more homes getting made. Dale didn't dream it could get this damn hot. This damn hot. Rush on in, move on in. Land owned by someone else. Pot of gold ain't out there. Search, keep searching and fail, just fail. The damn shade's all we need. Grumble, grumble, grumble. No reason to throw in my way. In the same concrete jungle. This damn concrete jungle. State forty-eight, gold rush, border city, Overpasses. Strangers, more strangers, heated exchanges. Ain't getting past it. State forty-eight, state forty-eight. Melting pot, more homes getting made. Dale didn't dream it could get this damn hot. This damn hot. This damn hot. Heated days, heated ways. Problems larger like the state. Rise, rise, up from the ash. Fly away, phoenix, fly Away. Fly away. What's gonna happen with the quiet desert silence? Better stay packing, packing. Suspicions lead to more violence. More violence. State forty-eight, gold rush, border city, Overpasses. Strangers, more strangers, heated exchanges. Ain't getting past it. State forty-eight, state forty-eight. Melting pot, more homes getting made. Dale didn't dream it could get this damn hot. This damn hot. Hey. Welcome one and all. Remember why y'all moved in. Remember what you left behind. We all hope you're finding, finding what you thought You would find. State forty-eight. State forty-eight. State forty-eight. Gold rush, borders, strangers, Newbies every day. Just move to state forty-eight. State forty-eight. State forty-eight.