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 walls a pretty color
And paint the walls a pretty color


You just walk right in
Like you still live here

Take your %#@! home
Because I don't want it anymore
Laughin' at you like a sick joke

You never amused me

Why don't you pour me a cup of coffee?

Put your head right through the windshield
Somebody please call the wrecker 'cause i'm all broken down.
Somebody please call the wrecker and have me towed away.


Sunday driver, caught on radar
Yeah, you don't love me

You just slit my throat