Eighteen Wheeler
The culmination of my pursuit
Of the good old American dream
Occurred on a wintry evening
In my back seat.
I was yanked from the depths
To the surface above
And given air to breathe
When I was suddenly rear ended
By an eighteen wheeler on the freeway.
And isn't it so fucked up
That that's the case?
Isn't it so fucked up
That they'd have let me drown
Had my insurance not been up to date?
And isn't it so fucked up
That the best thing
That ever happened to me might be
Getting suddenly rear ended
By an eighteen wheeler on the freeway?
If I could I don't know what I'd change,
But it can't be a good thing
That I'm damned or I'm saved
By the payments I have or have not made.
That's fucking insane!
Yet here I am,
Popping champagne.
So when's the other shoe gonna drop?
When, like the wicked ones before me,
Is a random ass house gonna fall down on me?
Yeah, when is the other shoe gonna drop?
When is the universe gonna try
To cast the mote out of my eye?
When will I pay the cosmic price
Of being suddenly rear ended
By an eighteen wheeler on the freeway?
When will I pay the cosmic price
Of being suddenly rear ended
By an eighteen wheeler on the freeway?
If I could I don't know what I'd change,
But it can't be a good thing
That I'm damned or I'm saved
By the payments I have or have not made.
That's fucking insane!
Yet here I am,
Popping champagne
Of the good old American dream
Occurred on a wintry evening
In my back seat.
I was yanked from the depths
To the surface above
And given air to breathe
When I was suddenly rear ended
By an eighteen wheeler on the freeway.
And isn't it so fucked up
That that's the case?
Isn't it so fucked up
That they'd have let me drown
Had my insurance not been up to date?
And isn't it so fucked up
That the best thing
That ever happened to me might be
Getting suddenly rear ended
By an eighteen wheeler on the freeway?
If I could I don't know what I'd change,
But it can't be a good thing
That I'm damned or I'm saved
By the payments I have or have not made.
That's fucking insane!
Yet here I am,
Popping champagne.
So when's the other shoe gonna drop?
When, like the wicked ones before me,
Is a random ass house gonna fall down on me?
Yeah, when is the other shoe gonna drop?
When is the universe gonna try
To cast the mote out of my eye?
When will I pay the cosmic price
Of being suddenly rear ended
By an eighteen wheeler on the freeway?
When will I pay the cosmic price
Of being suddenly rear ended
By an eighteen wheeler on the freeway?
If I could I don't know what I'd change,
But it can't be a good thing
That I'm damned or I'm saved
By the payments I have or have not made.
That's fucking insane!
Yet here I am,
Popping champagne
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Writer(s): Wicked Bears
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