Impact

I've got a nice old pickup that's been kicked around
The radio isn't built to last, it doesn't make a sound
So I fixed up the broken bits and complicated wires
Till a couple girls in a rush put me on ironside

And the cars go flying, I slam the brake
It's like a funeral pyre, where the body's on fire
I spin around the hoard, I leave a terrible wake
It's nice and peaceful here, it's been a good mistake

I can't see anything at all
I can't hear anything at all
I can't feel anything at all

All down, all down to the battery
All down, all down to the battery

It's time to wake up, there's no more fucking around
I've got a call running through my head
And my face stuck to the ground
I'm all alone in a car crash in the industrial mile
It's time to get back on my feet
And back to faking a smile

And the cars go flying, I slam the brake
It's like a funeral pyre, where the body's on fire
I spin around the hoard, I leave a terrible wake
It's nice and peaceful here, it's been a good mistake

I can't see anything at all
I can't hear anything at all
I can't feel anything at all

All down, all down to the battery
All down, all down to the battery
All down, all down to the battery
All down, all down to the battery

And the cars go flying, I slam the brake
It's like a funeral pyre, where the body's on fire
I spin around the hoard, I leave a terrible wake
It's nice and peaceful here, it's been a good mistake

I can't see anything at all
I can't hear anything at all
I can't feel anything at all

All down, all down to the battery
All down, all down to the battery
All down, all down to the battery
All down, all down to the battery



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Shiflett
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