Driver, driver, are we there yet
How many miles of road ahead?
Fields of green and eyes of red,
my cripelled little vietnam vet
Rabbit holes and racoons nests
Off with off with Ally's head
Close your eyes or fall asleep,
my purple mountain rubbish heap

Driver, driver, are we there yet
Paint the stars but paint them dead
Big wheel, big wheel, turns and turns
Deep inside my fire burns
Just another filler line
My useless little perfect crime
Crash crash boom boom ping ping pong
I was high when I wrote this song