Be My Getaway Driver

Wound up, lucid, in my American daydreams    
News, sounding like high density magazines    
With red, paintings, draining from the curbs    
Hiring getaway drivers to just escape the burbs    
Rich rain, white shirts, flying from Yacht Towers    
How, we're all neighbors? Thick hedge flowers    
Eyes shut, popping blue pills just to make money    
Political kerosene, smelling sweeter than honey    
Please, pinch me by the throat, I won't scream    
Be my getaway driver, take me from this dream