Besedila: Amanda Palmer. Have To Drive.

I have to drive
I have my reasons, dear
It?s cold outside
I hate the seasons here

I suffer mornings most of all
I feel so powerless and small
By ten o?clock I?m back in bed
Fighting the jury in my head

You learn to drive
It?s only natural, dear
You drive all night
We haven?t slept in years

We suffer mornings most of all
We saw you lying in the road
We tried to dig a decent grave
But it?s still no way to behave

It is a delicate position
Spin the bottle
Pick the victim
Catch a tiger
Switch directions
If he hollers
Break his ankles
To protect him

We?ll have to drive
They?re getting closer
Just get inside
It?s almost over

We will save your brothers
We will save your cousins
We will drive them far away
From streets and lights
From all signs of bad mankind

We suffer mornings most of all
Wake up all bleary eyed and sore
Forgetting everything we saw
(I?ll meet you in an hour
at the car)

(Thanks to HalfJack483 for these lyrics)