Believe me I want to stay positive
And I’m positive of one thing
I’m positive I don’t want to be here
And that’s the only song I’ll sing
I don’t know what I’m doing here
And I’m positive I don’t know why
I don’t know any of these people
I want to go but I don’t want to die
So if I must stay here unwillingly
Then I’ll do my best to stay drunk
Otherwise I might do some damage
Says the guy ******* in my trunk
He asked me too many questions
I’m too certain he knows too much
So I offered the ******* a ride
Next to my spare tire and such
But now I’m starting to wonder
While sitting here eating my brunch
He’s been quiet for sixty miles now
I should let him out for lunch
Maybe again I’ll ask him “why me?”
Why is it I can’t find any meaning
I’ll bet he’d happily answer
If on his throat I’m leaning
Eventually my hopes will fly
Cause what he says makes me sick
“My name’s Craig and I work at McDonalds now let me go you ****!”