Slick (Live at First Avenue, Minneapolis 2nd November 1994)

I was crazy to think crazy to chase

Chasing this automobile

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

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

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 the 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

I can't speak

And all I do is wait for you to feed me

They said the road was slick

I said I've been feeling sick

My head went through the mirror

Why did they send you here

I want to get up and shake you loose

I want to be free of these machines

I want to be released from this dream

I want to be another machine