Im just the spare AIR-BAG in your passenger seat,

John Cougar Mellencamps playing loud on repeat,

And every time I open my mouth to sing you turn up the radio.

I HOLD MY BREATH as we veer to the left. 

I feel the seat belt cutting into my chest. 

Guess, if youre gonna be cut, best be cut by the best.

You clap, with a tap of the dash board: 



Boys in cars,

Drive To Kill, 

Buy them both with dollar bills. 

I was real, 

I was free. 

Guess you couldn't fathom me. 

Watch the days, 

Watch them pass, 

Sweep them up like broken class. 

In the bin, 

Write a song, 

Happily I move along. 



The sun is rising on a beat-up car 

And everybody acts like a superstar. 

Dont really know who these people are, 

But I hope they think I'm HARDCORE. 

Maybe its the paranoia in the air, 

But I dont really feel Im fitting in here. 

I seem to remember a time when I didnt care. 

Tony says, Maybe you were safe there? 



Boys in cars,

Drive To Kill, 

Buy them both with dollar bills. 

I was real, 

I was free. 

Guess you couldn't fathom me. 

Watch the days, 

watch them pass, 

Sweep them up like broken class. 

In the bin, 

Write a song, 

Happily I move along.



Were gonna change the world one day, 

But well boogey woogey woogey til we find a way 

To get there on a down-hill slide; 

To get there on a sugar high. 

Boy, were gonna pucker up down in Hades, 

Lending lip gloss sticks to the NICOTINE ladies, 

Who want us in their car: 

Boys like you can get far down here. 

Drive To Kill, baby. 



It was a nice surprise when you found your keys 

And when you drove like you kiss I was oddly pleased 

To find a man whose car wasnt merely another 

Shining manifestation of PHALLIC INSECURITY. 

Because easy does its fine by me 

And your regard for personal safety 

Leaves me wondering about the things you can read about a man 

In the strangest places.



Boys in cars,

Drive To Kill, 

Buy them both with dollar bills. 

I was real, 

I was free. 

Guess you couldn't fathom me. 

Watch the days, 

Watch them pass, 

Sweep them up like broken class. 

In the bin, 

Write a song, 

Happily I move along.