DMT/JMZ (for MTA and NYCHA) Lyrics

I took the Q train home
From a job I didn’t like
To a house I didn’t like
Full of people I don’t like
Who don’t like me either

But I never complain
And to their credit
They don’t either
I close the door
And blast the speakers in my room
At a volume all can live with
Tom makes DMT on the stove
And it’s plausibly deniable that none of us knowI fall in a black hole
A black hole on the Q train
I fall in a black holeI took the JMZ for a change
A detour on a trip to Howard Beach
On a Sunday
That no one goes to church anymore
At least no one that I know
They’ll all be sleeping ’til fourSo I look at the white bridge
Inadequate Big Bang
Bing Bang on the white bridge
Bing Bang on the white bridge
Bing Bang on the white bridge
Steady State