Letras
A plastic Jesus on the dash
Pray to him imagine that
A bad magician left my body sawed in half
All the rows turn into one
When the 10 becomes the sunset
I ain't upset
I'm OK but I'm not alright
Drivin 110 in the middle of the night
Tryin to get my head right
Before I get to bed tonight
Radio broken, one head light
Cigarette burnin out the left side
I'm OK, I'm OK
But I'm not alright
She's a seamstress and she got the thread
She could sew my body back to my head
But she go hungry if I don't make the bread
So now I'm just a baker and she don't eat gluten
A plastic Jesus on the dash
Pray to him imagine that
A bad magician left my body sawed in half
I'm OK but I'm not alright
Drivin 110 in the middle of the night
Tryin to get my head right
Before I get to bed tonight
Radio broken, one head light
Cigarette burnin out the left side
I'm OK, I'm OK
But I'm not alright
Yeah yeah, I'm not alright
Yeah yeah, I'm not alright
Yeah yeah, I'm not alright, yeah yeah
Yeah ya, I'm not alright, yeah yeah