Truck On Fire
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 sparks from his brain slashing
Yeah crib death, killing the cradle
Crunching the baby in a dashboard light
Yeah, like some cheesy ass figurines Jesus, Mary
Joseph crushed into her fuck' head
Sprayed against the windshield
Profit or pleasure, I swear, I swear
Blasting away a bitch in the back 18, yeah
14 child bride sunshine sex
Big day exit whiskey o'women winning, winning spree so long
Skin bone fabulous path fireball fun radio on cranking saying
Some kind of portable radio melted into her screaming legs
Keep on keeping, remote images, serious discomfort
A story of more than cheap thrills
Incestuous demonized desire made to be broken
Made to be broken, made to be broken