Crashbox

I stopped to look at the moon last night
Wished the job could have been right
I gazed at some stars just coming out
Winced at a heavy-metal-inspired shout
I certainly have been thinking about cars to much
Rats, Flatheads, Rust, and Von Dutch
I thought about posting a thought or twa'
But the deep velvet night was all that I saw
I munched the remains of some soggy fast-food
Wanted to run, but it wasn't the mood
I have watched to many movies of late
Shirking my dreams, perhaps even my fate
I tried to be motivated and strong
Yet I found myself in bed before long
And now what I crave
Is nothing more
Than a Crucifix
And a cold stone floor