Dudley Saunders - Bad Driver lyrics

I'm a real bad driver but he was so skinny that wind filled his skin up just like a balloon and it looked like muscles to each pa**ing car and they said, hey that's a f*g can lift up weights on a bar and the emergency lane is my middle of the road and the traffic jams curse me to hell in code but the cars like to scatter just like real nervous flies when my pick-up truck belches some hell to the sky and my grate seem to smile with a murderous eye when I flicker my brights with a wink and a lie and we wave 'em wave 'em wave 'em all goodbye and I drive a vein empty of t-cells and t-birds in a night that's a body with its blood in the dirt and his story pours out with the sweat on his brow from his festering mouth spitting details of how pappy talked like a knife then drips off his lips and his granny push out and gets caught at the hips so his brain's just a womb knocked up family-style that I swear will grow barren on this crooked mile yeah he's got a c*nt-mouth birthing out his family and he'll push them all out and leave 'em go rambling and they'll wait on his grave where he won't be buried 'cause that hole will say no to a bu*t-f**ing fairy so it's just you and me boy alone with no cops for as long as the road and this truck never stops it never stops