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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