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