Flames and Flat Tires

This car won't drive the way I want

Busted engine or busted lung

Kicking myself for buying those parts off of that guy back in Des Moines

Before the drought started

But I'll get it fixed up soon enough

And you'd better watch out for me

Flying down the road in flames and flat tires, baby

Flames and flat tires

This car won't drive itself, I mean, it could, but I don't try it

That's the way you live and that shit's on fire, baby

Veering down cobblestone streets at four in the morning

Firestorms busted both my headlights

But I'm getting back on track soon enough

And you better watch out for me

Flying down the road in flames and flat tires, baby

Flames and flat tires

Trying to recall how the rain felt on my skin

And scream to anyone who'll listen

Trying to recall how the rain felt on my skin

And scream to anyone who'll listen

Trying to recall how the rain felt on my skin

And scream to anyone who'll listen