Beck

American car

Beck
My life's a wreck and so is my car, I want to tell you
I'm just not happy with the way things are, I want to tell you
I eat three meals and I piss in a jar
I do it all in my American car
Four bald tires, every fluid low, engine's on fire
But you never make me leave the road

My head is spinning and so are my wheels, I want to tell you
That your ass is on my lap and I'm copping a feel, I want to tell you
I'm going in fast and I'm going in hard
And I'm gonna be driving my American car
Four bald tires, every fluid low, engine's on fire
But you never make me leave the road
Zigga zigga wow, zigga zigga wow, zigga zigga wow wow wow
Zigga zigga wow, zigga zigga wow, zigga zigga wow wow wow

Where would we be without our car?
It's who I am, it's who we are
What will happen when the oil runs dry?
No more pieces of American pie
Well we're heading for a cliff and we got no breaks
I think this joyride was a big mistake

The lights have changed and so's my luck, I want to tell you
The cops are on my tail and I don't give a [HONK], I want to tell you
Two tons of steel flying over the tar
Two miles a gallon, my American car
Four bald tires, every fluid low, engine's on fire
You never make me leave, never make me leave the road
Zigga zigga wow, zigga zigga wow, zigga zigga wow wow wow

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