Crushed Ice and Gasoline Lyrics

Crushed ice and gasoline Is all I want to buy Try to keep the beer cold And the needle high Dying just to get there Living in the sound Everything you once believed Could tear the building down I’m so tired of thinking Feel like I’m gonna drown I just want a first floor room With the engine ticking down Barefoot on the concrete Two fingers of Beam A plastic chair and a plastic cup And a night without dreams Used to be the FM dial Never made you feel Like you were the only Lost or lonely one But a part of something real Twenty years of singing In the conquerors’ tongue The empire of nostalgia For a dying sun I know the last fair deal Is long gone down I just need three hundred miles And another town