Passenger Seat (No Control)

Heading up to the roundabout
His angry eyes aren't focused on the road
He'll kill me if I interrupt
My dad texts and drives at 50 MPH

And I'm strapped
In the passenger seat
In the passenger seat
I've got no control

Does he see the red light
As the children cross the road?
Finally, I rip the stitches from my lips
But it's too late!

And I'm strapped
In the passenger seat
In the passenger seat
I've got no control

I finger you as we speed breakneck
I press the cigarette lighter to your lips
I push the cigarette lighter into your thighs
Prepare to die, motherfucker, prepare to die
A wet spot as you beg for me, as you beg for more
Prepare to die, motherfucker, I'll take your life

And you're strapped
In the passenger seat
In the passenger seat
I've got no control



Credits
Writer(s): Byron Shenton
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