The taste of a new generation

I came as ice, I came as a whore,

I came as a vice that came too short.

I have sat on many occasions sipping an ice cold Coca-Cola, and on almost as many occasions a genius will comment, "you know, mechanics pour Coke on engine blocks to clean all that nasty grease off." I nod, graciously thank them and guzzle the can until every single drop of that precious liquid is depleted.

My engine block must be really fuckin' clean.