Lyrics Million Dollar Man - James Ferraro

Million Dollar Man

Out of an air conditioned Prius
I open the car door
A warm desert heat rushes in
In the infinite expanse of
Malls and designer condos
A treadmill burns quietly
On the freeway
My sculpted abs are a conduit
For something unknown
Both judgmental
And scared of judgment
Bottled water
What is that I’m so conscious
Of water all the time?
Traffic jams and designer suits
Lost in the smog of an ancient dream
Fear and Hair-gel in a silicon simulation
24 hour hand sanitizer
And you remain anonymous