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