Rubbernecking

Backed up down the country lane
The ambulance screams out of frame
Rubbernecking
Rubbernecking

The scent of death, it beckons as you drive away
Fuck with baby just don’t tell me your name
Shhh a second won’t you tell me where you came from
Just a second
Just a second

The scent of death it beckons as you drive away
Last night i fucking killed a man
Last night i fucking killed a man
And you know it didn’t change shit
And you know it didn’t change anything

Theres a fire in the minivan
And the gasoline stains on your little hands
Its just rubbernecking, failure beckons
You go to work, and iron your shirt
And count the seconds where all your records
Don’t do dirt and hike your skirt up

Its an old black tone coming through this microphone
The melody man, i don't know the truth be told, it might be thousands of years old

Psst
Psst
Excuse me miss
Excuse me, i think i saw you on the number 6 train
You were next to the front right doors and
I think you might’ve been commuting?

I’m a bad boy, motherfucker look me in the eye boy
I’m a fat boy, i’m aladdin and the 40 thieves i will steal into your bed with ease
And i fuck to kill
I’m davy crockett, king of the wild frontier boy, tell me true
Its just rubbernecking, failure beckons
You go to work, and iron your shirt
And count the seconds where all your records
Don’t do dirt, just hike your skirt