Death Drive

Tell me something, something stupid Something to help me fall asleep Give me a fuck or a glass of whiskey Lie to me right through your teeth Holy moly-moly why you playing the fool Insect suicide, Hollywood swimming pool You left me for God and left me for dead Stumbling around with a hole in my head I'm going up, up, up I'm going up, up, up I'm gasping for air, gasping for love Gasping for god but it's not enough And what is that sound, what is that noise I ain't a fool, I just got no choice I'm on a death drive I'm on a death drive I'm on a death drive Baby, baby, baby, I'm on a death drive I'm on a death drive Baby, baby, baby, I'm on a death drive Death drive, yeah I'm on a death drive Baby, baby, baby, I'm on a death drive I'm on a death drive Baby, baby, baby, I'm on a death drive Death drive, yeah Oh mama-mama-mama-mama-mama-mama-mam Americans What is on your mind? Who put the soul on auto drive? You got automatic souls, automatic cars American idol superstars And seventy virgins on a string Well baby that's just the American dream Americans are on a death drive Americans are on a death drive I'm on a death drive Baby, baby, baby, I'm on a death drive I'm on a death drive Baby, baby, baby, I'm on a death drive Death drive, yeah I'm on a death drive Baby, baby, baby, I'm on a death drive I'm on a death drive Baby, baby, baby, I'm on a death drive Death drive, yeah