Truck On Fire lyrics

Dead in the back. Midnight sun taking all that money can buy human wreckage
electrica man's first approach. Death takes a ride taking a holiday. Slick
and clean a murder machine. Tracks off the road skidding towards
thunderhead. Teasing the rail spar ks from his brain slashing. Yeah
cribdeath, killing the craddle, crunching the baby in a dashboardlight. Yea
like some cheesy ass figurines, Jesus, Mary, Joesph crushed into her fuck'n
head, sprayed against the windshield, profit or pleasure I swear I s wear.
Blasting away a bitch in the back 18 yea 14 childbride sunshine sex. Big
day exit whiskey o'women winning winning spree so long. Skin bone fabulous
path fireball fun radio on cranking saying. Somekind of portable radio
melted into her screaming legs. Keep on keeping, remote images, serious
discomfort, a story of more than cheap thrills, incestous demonized desire
made to be broken, made to be broken, made to be broken....