Paroles de Busted Again

D.R.I. - Busted Again Driving down the freeway As if I was on downers Followed off the exit ramp By a scene from close encounters Out of the van Walk a straight line Lost count of the beers Somewhere around nine Drunk and driving, boy You really fucked up Now you're in the squad car Hands in back, cuffed Seven hundred dollars Or eight months, son Checked my pockets, but I knew I had none They took away my license They said I can't drive Said that I should thank them I'm "lucky to be alive" Locked in a cell For weeks at a time My friends got me out My bail was my fine Now I'm on the outside Me and all my friends Drunk and driving reckless Just waiting to get caught again