Speed Lab - John Vanderslice

Speed lab

Speed lab

On the edge of an artichoke farm

We work through harm

Tweaked and well paid

We forgave

What the chemicals did

To our hands, lungs, and face

Clearly marking our fall from grace

Our fall from grace

Our fall, our fall from grace

Speed lab

Speed lab

Sun sang through eucalyptus

We sang along

Angela

I met her there

Sweating out the San Francisco run

Every hotel on the five

Was our very own pleasure dive

Our own pleasure dive

Speed lab

Giveth and taketh away

The love, tender loving

The money, the money, the money spending

Was before the fire, the DEA

Those who survived the fire fled alone

I know that God hates alchemical work

I loved him lonely, but in the end

What else to do but begin again

To do but begin again