'56 E

I'd like to drive a '56 convertible, But I haven't got enough for gas. I'd like to try to make you mine, 'cause I really like your fucking ass. And if I gave you all I could, Would there be enough of me? And if I asked for all the same, Would you even think to let me live? I put the shotgun to my mouth just to Taste the rusty barrel. Short fused and unstable, I just fry my jumper Cables. Drinking socially, hiding behind curtains, Trying to distract my soul from its burdens. 6 AM, hearing whispers, listening to The Andrew Sisters. PM, seeing shapes, imaginary date with Sharon Tate. 6 AM comes back around, Silently watching Bates Motel. Waking up, nightmares scream, bloody sheets, Is this a dream? I put the shotgun to my mouth just to Taste the rusty barrel. Short fused and unstable, I just fry my jumper Cables. Drinking socially, hiding behind curtains, Trying to distract my soul from its burdens.