I Need Meat

I've been ridin' on a runaway bus

Can't control the two of us

I'm shakin, quakin, sick with fear

Gotta keep this filled up with beer

I'm gonna lay my head on the track

And when the train comes along,

I'm gonna whip it back

I don't want to be your road statistic

I need meat

I need meat

I need meat

Now I've been down to the bathing place

Those dark eyed boys all over the place

Sweet girl, handsome, don't delay

Get down that subway, straight away

But she's gonna lay her head on the tracks

And when the train comes along she's gonna pull it back

I don't want to be your road statistic

I need meat

That's what I want, I want meat

Oooh ..I need meat

(C'mon whip it on, Dave)

Listen, I don't want to be your road statistic

No, I don't want to be your road statistic

Look, I don't wish to be your road statistic

No, I just don't want to be your roadster...

I need you

Aw, honey just need you

[No clue what next couple lines are ...}

I've been lookin in my horror comic

I've seen somethings I like in there

So, I'm gonna lay my head on the track

And when the train comes along, I'm gonna pull it back

Say, I don't want to be your road statistic

I need meat

Hey, I need meat

You coulda' told, I need meat

I need meat

Check another thing you need feet

Yea, you need feet

To run away.

I need meat