Letra Drive to kill Jacob Diefenbach

Drive to kill

i'm just the spare air-bag in your passenger seat, john cougar mellencamp's playing loud on repeat, and every time i open my mouth to sing, you turn up the radio.
i hold my breath as we veer to the left, i feel the seatbelt cutting into my chest, guess if you're gonna be cut, best be cut by the best, you clap, with a tap of the dashboard:
boys in cars, drive to kill, buy them both with dollar bills.
i was real, i was free, guess you couldn't fathom me.
watch the days, watch them pass, sweep them up like broken glass.
in the bin, write a song, happily i move along.
the sun is rising on a beat-up car, and everybody acts like a superstar, don't really know who these people are, but i hope they think i'm hardcore.
maybe it's the paranoia in the air, but i don't really feel like i'm fitting in here, i seem to remember a time when i didn't care, tony says: maybe you were safer there?
we're gonna change the world one day, but we'll boogey woogey woogey till we find a way to get there on a downhill slide, to get there on a sugar high.
boy, we're gonna pucker up down in hades, lending lipgloss sticks to the nicotine ladies, who want us in their car.
boys like you can get far down here.
drive to kill, baby.
it was a nice surprise when you found your keys and when you drove like you kiss i was oddly pleased to find a man whose car wasn't merely another shining manifestation of phallic insecurity.
because easy does it's fine by me and your regard for personal safety leaves me wondering about the things you can read about a man in the strangest places.