| Come down to the ground and drive like a son of a bitch | |
| In your little green car | |
| Around and around we got nowhere to go | |
| But then nothings too far | |
| I make an exception 'cause I know who you are | |
| But in a little while ain't nothing gonna make | |
| This ugly face sit down and shut the fuck up... | |
| I'm tired of the suicide machines | |
| (let's just say it won't be taking too long) | |
| Come down to the ground and drive like a son of a bitch | |
| And I know I do too | |
| You sell it so well and that thing you don't miss? | |
| Guess it doesn't miss you | |
| I'm tired of the suicide machines | |
| Quitting time so I waited for the course to bring my goodnight | |
| I had the necessary fear and it was alright | |
| I would not do a thing to save my own life | |
| Love has a homicidal feel with every goodbye | |
| And it's the perfect way to get on someone's good side | |
| It may be the only thing you finish in your whole life | |
| Which is exactly what you need to make you feel right |