When you start your journey, you go and meet your driver You shake his hand, and hope he's feeling well The things to come may be somewhat unfamiliar
Killer B, yeah, rest in peace, I'm sayin' son Ain't no room in this game for everybody, you know? But uh, we gon' do our thing baby, we gon' do our thing
Another accident Up on 95 Motor oil blues Zero to sixty cruise You filthy loser, you Sunday driver Why don't you buy me a golden sewer? And paint the
I feel for the driver in the aftermath Of a child who chased a ball across his path For the ones involved and the most unloved, I feel I feel for the
Wake up alone and find It's the wheels just rollin in my mind Cant stop to think or see Is this really what God cut for me You think I'd love to see
hasn't it been an interesting year sitting here i watch the walls watch back and i can't seem to let this one go cause you know it was going to be mine
Every time the Titans pushed over All the punks are thick on the ground But in the bike lane, you think it over Turn in your tank and turn around Idiot
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Iron child out of the Vulcans forge Metal scream and thrash Red steel in the driving wheel Hear the pistons clash Dragon breathin' big black smoke Howlin
Parked inside the lay-by their destination can wait dancing in the moonlight the truck-driver and his mate Acting out of compulsion after hours sitting
When you take your steering wheel When you speed up your engine Your rage makes up your counter Hell spins and burns your tires Hit and run again, I eat
I'll tell you about the driver who lives inside my head Starts me up and stops me, and puts me into bed He opens up my mouth when it's time for me to
Hold me tight, don't let me go, oh I'm the one who takes you home tonight Whisperin' Whiskey and Gin I'm the one who takes you home tonight oh Yeah,
Doing alright A little jiving on a Saturday night And come what may Gonna dance the day away Jenny was sweet Show a smile for the people she needs I
Drive on, driver There's no one home We've waited hours She didn't come It's such a pretty little ring But it doesn't mean anything Drive on Drive on
I'm putting jesus right in the driver's seat I'm putting jesus right in the driver's seat Lord help me jesus to guide me through these streets I'm gonna
Doin? alright A little jivin? on a Saturday night And come what may gonna dance the day away Jenny was sweet She always smiled for the people she?d meet
Stand real close to me and do just like I do Open your mind and cock the trigger back far Pull it at the point where you feel most pain Pull it at the