This car won't drive the way I want Busted engine or busted lung Kicking myself for buying those parts off of that guy back in Des Moines Before the drought started
But I'll get it fixed up soon enough And you'd better watch out for me Flying down the road in flames and flat tires, baby Flames and flat tires
This car won't drive itself, I mean, it could, but I don't try it That's the way you live and that shit's on fire, baby Veering down cobblestone streets at four in the morning Firestorms busted both my headlights
But I'm getting back on track soon enough And you better watch out for me Flying down the road in flames and flat tires, baby Flames and flat tires
Trying to recall how the rain felt on my skin And scream to anyone who'll listen Trying to recall how the rain felt on my skin And scream to anyone who'll listen Trying to recall how the rain felt on my skin And scream to anyone who'll listenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
