Lyrics
I can't make a living on nickels & dimes
And I can't retain my dignity on hand me downs.
But I got a 15-gallon fuel tank with a match to go.
A V6 Turbo pick-up truck to, to carry the load
So c'mon
Drive, man might as well
Just drive, fuck it all to hell
Until I'm south of heaven, burnt & scorched
I keep driving on.
Just Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive,
Man might as well fuck it all to Hell
Drive, man might as well
Just Drive, fuck it all to hell
Until I'm south of heaven, burnt & scorched
Six feet under, dead & torched.
Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive
Man might as well-fuck it all to Hell