Roadster Rage

Emotions can get the best of you behind the wheel

I've been drivin' 'round town in my
Big ass, gas guzzling Buick
And I don't even care

Do you need a lift (punk)

The streets twist and turn to the point
Where it hard to even think straight
I feel like I'm drunk all the time

But I never touch the stuff (yea, right)

Such severe isolation
Sitting in this destroyer of the roadways
Then a stop light and I don't even care

Got any bright ideas (school boy)

But the music plays to feed my intentions
A heavy foot to the floor
And I hit the sub-compact broad side

Any questions (voices in my head)

The body went flyin'
And I went drivin' 'round town in my
Big ass, gas guzzling Buick