The Sunday Driver - Cable

Another accident

Up on 95

Motor oil blues

Zero to sixty cruise

You filthy loser, you Sunday driver

Why don’t you buy me a golden sewer?

And paint the walls a pretty color

And paint the walls a pretty color

You just walk right in

Like you still live here

Take your shit home

Because I don’t want it anymore

Laughin' at you like a sick joke

You never amused me

Why don’t you pour me a cup of coffee?

Put your head right through the windshield

Somebody please call the wrecker 'cause i’m all broken down

Somebody please call the wrecker and have me towed away

Sunday driver, caught on radar

Yeah, you don’t love me

You just slit my throat