The trees like milesnThey fly right bynThe closer I look the faster it movesnWe're gonna spill out of control into the skynHe's still yelling over therenAs he staggers on the wheelnWe cross the double yellownAnd jerk back towards the treelinennI knew I should have just ignored this clownnMy seatbelt ain't worth a shit about right nownI'd rather walk twenty milesnThan stay here in this ChevroletnnThe drunken foolnBehind this wheelnStaggers and stumbles two thousand poundsnOf Detroit factory steelnThe others there with himnJust along for the ridenThey're looking at each othernWondering how they got herennOK man, I'd feel better if I drovenI don't care how well you think you know this roadnPull over, 'cause I'm not gonna die stupidnIn this ChevroletnnSweet JesusnI will not fly into this skynForgive menI'm sorrynI pray you'll let me wake up insidenThis Chevrolet