Have To Drive
I have to drive
I have my reasons, dear
Its cold outside
I hate the seasons here
They suffer mornings most of all
I feel so powerless and small
By ten o'clock I'm back in bed
fighting the jury in my head
We lean to drive
Its fairly common, dear
My friend and I
I'm really frightened here
We suffer mornings most of all
We take our oxygen mask off
A sound goes thick and makes us breath
But there's no choice we have to breath
It is a delicate position
Spin the bottle
End transmission
Something's leaking
It's the weekend
It's the weekend
Oh Christ the claws are broken
We'll have to drive
Or else they'll catch us
Jest get inside
And take our chance's
We suffer mornings most of all
Wake in a Twisted mess and craw to find a telephone and call
Meet you In an hour at the bar