When I'm in a car I beg for you
I peel out the liquor store
... [?] are bulletproof vests
I bet these cops will k** you
Well there's nothing to do in this town
Nothing to do but drive around
Well there's no destination
No place to go
Hanging out, driving round the same old groove
Gotta get these up the street
Gotta neighbor whose pissed
We could never give you a Woodstock
When I'm in a car
When I'm in a car
When I'm in a car
When I'm in a car with nothing to do
I feel like I could make a sound
All my friends are politics/bullet tics [?]
Just hanging around
Well there's no fascination
Nothing to bowl [?]
Hanging out, driving round the same old groove
No fascination, nothing to bowl
... [?]
When I'm in a car
When I'm in a car
When I'm in a car
When I'm in a car