I might as well be a madman Drive that rusty red truck straight up Into a brick wall at breakneck speeds
What does society need with another romantic A hopeless dreamer dreaming of a better world
Just throw out the tonic and fill my life with gin Hand me the poison I’ve taken worse swill in
There is no way I am going to win Against the corporate interest and the hate mongers The powerful money makers that make us monsters
Just give me a good sixty to eighty miles per hour Then watch me turn into a gooey blood shower A swollen then exploding rare crimson flower As my body shatters cause it never seems to matters
The politicians and the mad hatters run this show And I don’t see this life getting any better Cause I don’t believe society will heals it wounds We’ll just be open sores for all to see