Death of the Neon Part 1 2  3
There are ghosts in the air
Dissolving in the breeze
Shifting through the idle and exhaust
Floating through the high breams like fog

Yeah, it's the death of the neon

Our cars are trying to kill us
But we cannot afford to disarm them
Baby, I’m kimchi marinating in motor oil
God will trim the soft margins for the broil of an eon

Yeah, it's the death of the neon

God will not eat you raw
She's the breeze that will set you free