Fictional Friends - Pocket Sized Radios Lyrics

Crusty colorful weirdos
The brats of business professionals
Who love movies of societies plateau
De-Evolved primates on pocket sized radios
Can't get enough of that freak show
While sharing nothing but a quick glance
And a shuffle while the doors close

Drifters, Hikers, Hobos
Getting rich quick on a game show
Where you try to guess who's got more grime
Under their big toe
Where it goes from there?
Well who knows, cause I've been robbed
And they dropped the cable box
On the way out the window

Constant dopaminergic perversions
To lost dreams of adventure
Too many sleight of hand conversions
And the plundering of everything
Regardless of surrender