PUMP THE BRAKES Inflatable Vegetables OHNE RUHM
She’s a Motor City winter
Stolen Nikes spotted white with salt
Ragged mittens clutch the steering wheel
Defrosters set to “stun”
She’s a Motor City winter
Rusted Chevy, swerving through the gray
Snow-filled vacant lots of missing teeth
That seldom see the sun
She thinks she’s so hot, but she’s not, no no no
Pump the brakes, whoa-oh
Stop this sliding sled and let me go
Slipping homeward through the snow
To ride with her was a mistake
Whoa-oh, pump the brakes
She’s a Motor City winter
Frosty bars across the darkened doors
Five month prison sentence trapped in ice
Like Dante’s Circle Nine
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