Surrounded by Loved Ones and at Peace
Interstate 25 is a God-awful highway At 3am, but who alive would miss me anyway Creatures of the night are knocking around between my ears The check engine light is mocking my fool choice of a career Like a president or a movie star I won't die in a bed, I will die in a car I won't die in a bed, I will die in a car I tell tales that illustrate how hard it is to be White and male in our American society I am like the road: a tired topic that is getting old Stiff and sore from driving, cracked and crumbling from the cold You can't pray to my remains if you don't know where they are I won't die in a bed, I will die in a car I won't die in a bed, I will die in a car If I get any sleep tonight it will be A gift from Christ himself in lieu of apology Like any hardcore troubadour I'm just in it for myself One more drink before I lie down, oh, here's to my health They say mixing pills and booze is as safe as Kandahar But I won't die in a bed, I will die in a car I won't die in a bed, I will die in a car |