It Really Is Better To Be Lucky

Could This Be The Apocalypse ?

Mutilated Corpses With A Chance Of Afternoon Showers. I Got Dressed And Went To Work.

I Often Find Myself In Situations Where It Seems To Me Like Everyone Else Has Read The Instruction Book

It's That Moon Again, Slung So Fat And Low In The Tropical Night, Calling Out Across A Curdled Sky And Into The Quivering Ears Of That Dear Old Voice In The Shadows, The Dark Passenger, Nestled Snug In The Backseat Of The Dodge K-car Of Dexter's Hypothetical Soul. That Rascal Moon, That Loudmouthed Leering Lucifer, Calling Down Across The Empty Sky To The Dark Hearts Of The Night Monsters Below, Calling Them Away To Their Joyful Playgrounds.

I Was Never More Alive Than When The Dark Passenger Was Driving.