Текст песни Backseat Driver

Death rates - 89 Tried so hard to die Hide in the corners of the mind From all corners start to fight How, how did I get on this crazy ride Ride The engine screams running red Maybe I'd be better off dead Kiss the metal kiss the floor Smash the windows and break the door Goin' mad, goin' mad Breakin' laws, never sad Havin' fun far and near Runnin' hard I'm filled with fear How do I get off this crazy ride Johnny's first D.U.I. The insurance rates will sky< BR>We're so fortunate that no one was killed But ya know Daddy's gonna sport the bill, back in the road How do I get off this crazy ride Checkpoint number 5 they're gonna analyze your eyes Could be you see My license, my life, my license, my life and me I'm a backseat driver