Come down to the ground and drive like a son of a bitchnIn your little green carnAround and around we got nowhere to gonBut then nothings too farnI make an exception 'cause I know who you arenBut in a little while ain't nothing gonna makenThis ugly face sit down and shut the fuck up...nI'm tired of the suicide machinesn(let's just say it won't be taking too long)nCome down to the ground and drive like a son of a bitchnAnd I know I do toonYou sell it so well and that thing you don't miss?nGuess it doesn't miss younI'm tired of the suicide machinesnQuitting time so I waited for the course to bring my goodnightnI had the necessary fear and it was alrightnI would not do a thing to save my own lifenLove has a homicidal feel with every goodbyenAnd it's the perfect way to get on someone's good sidenIt may be the only thing you finish in your whole lifenWhich is exactly what you need to make you feel right