Death Drives a Buick

DEATH DRIVES A BUICK

On my way home in the early hour,
I was feeling numb and so damn tired.
Not wanting to deal with shit,
had a pillow at home with my name on it.

So I stopped in to get some gas,
must’ a had a vision or something like that.
Standing there was the Reaper himself,
gassing up his ride from Hell.

[CHORUS]
AAAAAHHHHH, Death drives a Buick!
Yeah, there’s no sense to it.
I thought I’d seen it all but I lived through it,
AAAAAHHHHH, Death drives a Buick!

It was a Regal Custom from 1989,
and it looked like it’d used up all nine lives.
The Dark Angel looked into my eyes,
for a moment there I thought I died.

Then he sparked a joint and got in his car,
revving the engine, squealing the tires.
As he drove off he flipped me the bird,
I saluted him back for letting me skip a turn.

[CHORUS]
AAAAAHHHHH, Death drives a Buick!
Yeah, there’s no sense to it.
I thought I’d seen it all but I lived through it,
AAAAAHHHHH, Death drives a Buick!

On my way home in the early hour,
I was feeling numb and so damn tired.
Not wanting to deal with shit,
had a pillow at home with my name on it.

 
So I stopped in to get some gas,
must’ a had a vision or something like that.
Standing there was the Reaper himself,
gassing up his ride from Hell.

[CHORUS]
AAAAAHHHHH, Death drives a Buick!!!
Yeah, there’s no sense to it!!!
I thought I’d seen it all but I lived through it!!!
AAAAAHHHHH, Death drives a Buick!!!