Free or Dead

So here I am, trying to be the man, right?

Using my gun to see at night sleeping with my flashlight

In the afterlife

I hope the

AC worksSo while

I wait well

I'm a pass out and taste this curve

And she attacked with flirts, smacked my nerves

Wearin' that black skirt

Got my nature so hard it made my back hurt

I cracked a smirk 'cause

I was dumb and drunkshe gave wink and a smile and dropped a quarter in my cupman, people are kinda odd so

I keep my eyebrow raised

I only hear the words for what they mean, know what

I mean?and

I do believe in

God 'cause

I keep comin across all these fine womenwith low self esteem, you know what

I mean.I've got attention deficet,

I've got the bedroom eyes

I've the storms in my head,

I've got my telephone voice

I've got to make a decision of whether

I live or die

I'd rather just run 'cause either way it's one hell of a choice[Chorus]my car is like my own personal universeshe's my drug and it only takes twelve bucks to fill 'er upbut in my galaxy there ain't no room for

Earthso I'm leavin it 'cause

I can feel the oil pressure building upturning over the ignition of my solar systemcheck the gauges, push in the tape, put my foot on the brakeshift existence, light my cigaretteand take it state to state until

I crash into my fatenow

I'm giving back everything they gave me, not a damn thingit'll take me more than a good

DJ to save me, and

I'm not dancing

I can't seem to make up my bed, much less my mindso

I'm a take another puff to my head, and press rewind

I wish this car had cruise control, so

I could rest my legs

I've got this itch to prove my soul, and test my fatedoing hunny in a sixty five, got stopped by a coppercaught, spotted, and radared by a chopper

Wisconsin style!, over the limit by forty miles

Watch me smile, 'cause

I ain't been around here for a long whilegrabbed my paper, gave her thanks?, have a nice dayyo, word of advice, trade the doughnuts in and gets some rice cakesback to my travels, running from my shadowspassin hitchhikers and bikers honkin the horn harrasin the cattlehair back sticking to the seat, sweat drippin from the heatdiggin through a cooler of gruel,

I'm looking for something to eatyo, there's a

Hardee's at the next stopdon't wanna, but

I need ta''cause

I'm craving something to chase the taste of this tequila(uhh, yeah, you guys got value meals? can you put some barbecuesauce... I wanna honey bun. change that ****. I want chicken pebbles.no, onion bun, onion bun. onion rings. extra pork. word up. can yousupersize that? yo girl, you got kind of a pretty voice. yo girl, whattime yu get off work?)90 east towards

Chicago, on my way to

Cincinnati

I won't ever let em catch me, and

I won't ever make em happywatch your wives and your daughters when

I'm passin through thehometown, castin lines into the water, catchin goldfish out your bowland

I'm as cool as the cat that came to school just for lunch

I'm the rebel pissin in the public pool, just for funtakin my peace

I need release, and

I don't think

I'm a find it in between your legsyo,

I'm just jokin, only going to the corner to get some eggsso when she starts makin the coffee

I toss my bags in the back seatand

I can remember it all like it must have happened last weeksometimes

I stop to think, for all the money

I've spenthow

I'd rather live in a tent than bust my ass and pay the rentbut

I'm eager to pay my dues, and

I'd be glad to pay the tollboothand

I've agreed to sing the blues ever since the day

I broke loosejust like a blindfolded child walking through the toy storevoice, not even aware that the world is my oyster[Chorus - 2X]