Freeway

Hey there
Can't you hear me, guys?
I'm coming at ya from Van Nuys
Or is all my sacred noise
Just hurled straight into the void?
Guess what I got don't project that far
My red throat and pawn shop guitar
And my '05 keeps breakin' down
On the outskirts of this burning town
All smog and preordained defeat
Why do I even try?
Out here where the freeway comes to die

But I don't wanna die
On the, on the freeway
I don't wanna die
Oh my
On the, on the freeway

So I hitch a ride to Boyle Heights
Where the bullets fly and service bites
And my man's got a basement place
Where I record for easy rates
And a beater Chev that revs up clean
So yank the lev and scour the scene
Just a couple exits up the left
Yeah, past that burnin' pile-up wreck
Oh, flames and games
It's all the same
I'm a passerby
Out here where the freeway comes to die

But I don't wanna die
On the, on the freeway
I don't wanna die
Oh my
On the, on the freeway

Not the 101
And not the 405
To hell with the 170
Oh I, I wanna stay alive

I don't wanna die
On the, on the freeway
I don't wanna die
No no
Oh my
I don't wanna die
On the, on the freeway
I don't wanna die
No no, not tonight
On the, on the freeway
Only halfway there
I don't wanna die
No no
No, not tonight
On the freeway