Jeffrey Foucault - 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"