Lyrics
The night is dark, the sky is foggy,
and he's out drivin', feelin' real sorry.
Lost his liscence, boxing Mike Tyson
now he's out, without a doubt.
Drinking in his car, driving someplace far
without a feeling, of tires squealing
His visions fading, his car is swaying
when will he learn to take the right turn
Time is magic but sometimes tragic
going 95 but SOMEHOW STILL ALIVE
just like a frog, on a street in fog
in a traffic jam smiling as he
slams into a semi with no
chance of time to survive
smashed up guts are on the cement
he's just roadkill on the pavement, singin'
This man just can't see how he'll soon be
in a wheelchair, he still just don't care
he's on the wrong side, he hears a horn cry
lost his good luck, slams into a truck
the medics come in time time to save the drunk scum
but his heart is beating he's fine and breathing
the red truck's mangled the man is strangled
the seats are red, the man is dead
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