Lyrics




Back of my neck I feel the sensation
I'm headed for the crisis of all creation
I feel like Jesus Christ heading for the stations of the cross
Headed for the stations of the cross
In my death trip, death trip
In my death trip, death trip
In my death trip, death trip
In my death trip, death trip
Feel like a hero headed for extinction
At your watch
I feel like a hero
Headed for extinction
At your watch
Death trip
Death trip, death trip
Cruising in my death trip, death trip
Cruising in my death trip, death trip
Cruising in my death trip, death trip
Alright
Death trip, death trip
Death trip, death trip
Death trip, death trip
Death trip, death trip
Death trip, death trip
Death trip, death trip
Death trip, death trip
Cruising in my death trip, death trip
Cruising in my death trip
Death trip
I don't care
Come and take me
At your watch
All your watch
I feel like Jesus Christ
I'm headed for the stations of the cross
What a way to spend Easter
Now I don't care
Crankshaft cracking up
Air shaft cooking up
Eyeball choking up
Mind is breaking up
Engine taking up speed
Engine pressure loss up
Oil explosion in the engine
And a big ass breaking down
Crankshaft snapping too
Fast lane, fast lane
Lucky on elastic
Up and down
Lucky on elastic
Oh God
Up and down
Up and down
Up and down
Up and down
Up and down
Up and down
Show us your car keys





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