Who is in the driver's seat
Satan where you taking me

Heading down further south
Faster than a soul's allowed

Windows down, blowing in
All I feel is mortal sin

Weaving lanes at 95
I am tired of Satan's jive

Is it too late
With what I've found
To try and turn
This car around

When I was young I played it dumb
Sticking out my prideful thumb

That's when he pulled up next to me
Promising to give me all I need

For years now we've been side by side
With me believing all his lie's

Now that I'm coming to my senses
I'm looking for the nearest exit

No longer is this
What I'm all about
Could someone turn
This car around

Couldn't help but love the life
As it was such a pleasure ride

The car was new and shinny red
With delusions of grandeur in my head

Now this ride has turned of course
Into a hearse or maybe worse

Started out the best of times
Now I'm hating Satan's ride

Is it too late
To get out of town
And try and turn
This car around