Died in the Car He Loved

The habit reduced his pain
To a ride on the gravy train
A victim of cheap champagne
There wouldn't be a tomorrow
When he wanted to come alive
He would get in his car and drive
That was when he was alive
On time that was borrowed
Royalty checks for free
He let that cocaine and whiskey be
He broke bread with the seraphim
And made friends with the skaters
He died in the car he loved
Nothing could take away what he gave
He made the most out of every wave
He surfed to an early grave
And died the death of a traitor
It was a lightning fast machine
It was an American guillotine
It had the lacquer of citron green
And chromium fenders
He died in the car he loved
The habit reduced his pain
To a ride on the gravy train
A victim of cheap champagne
There wouldn't be a tomorrow
He died in the car he loved



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Writer(s): John Reilly
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