Standing with my sneakers soaking up a lake of gasoline

Standing with my bob dylan comic books

And a bag of boston baked beans

Standing hear I realize just now what you mean - hey douglas

I smell the future

I smell the future

I smell the future and itsmells like gasoline

Lying face down in the street they beat the shit out of him

His face was such a sight

Lying to us blatantly they handed down not guilty

I say that's not right

Lying on my mother's couch screaming at the television

Watching LA burn into the night

That night we smelled the future

We smell the future

Do you smell the future - well it smells like gasoline



Driving in my dreams I'm on I-90 driving east

Driving the first nail into this corner of my life

But these goodbyes are a beast

Driving forces are tugging me and to say the least

I smell the future

I smell the future

Do you smell the future

Well I smell the future and it smells like gasoline