Slick (Live at Cabaret Metro, Chicago, Illinois, 22nd July 1992)

I was crazy to think, crazy to chase

Chasing this automobile

Well, I tend to think were you ready to race

Racing this automobile

It's a machine, it's the one in my dreams

It's taking me out of control, it slips

Through my hands on the wheel

Don't you know how it feels

When you're driving your dreams

Through a pole?

Well, I hate your face, I hate the wall

I'm sick of staring at the wall

I hate the mirror with alcohol

There is no wall

It's all I remember

Is the sound of squealing tires

The road disappeared only to be replaced

By the sound of twisted steel

The collision was swift

And next thing I knew

Was that I might be dead

All my life passed before my eyes

When I opened my eyes

I was looking at you

They sent you here to take care of me

I don't know your name, I can't hear your voice

Well, I can't speak

It's all I do is wait for you to feed me

They said, they said

They said the road was slick

And I said, "Well, I've been feeling sick"

My head went through the mirror

Why did they send you here?

Well, I want to get up and shake you loose

I wanna be free of these machines

They said the road was slick

And I said, "Well, I've been feeling sick"

My head went through the mirror

Why did they send you here?

I want to be released from this

I want to be another machine

They said the road was slick

And I said, "Well, I've been feeling sick"

My head went through the mirror

Why did they send you here?