Tourist

Driving through the wreckage of a maze of bones

You're talking to your mommy on the telephone

You say "Mother dear, can we please have some steaks tonight?"

While death is circling you just like a satellite

You're driving through disaster in your Cadillac

You're a fucking tourist

You've got your mind all twisted up just like a rope

Don't worry lf you buy on time you still have hope

You blast that rock-n-roll music into your ears

You're a rebel, you're a rocker--you're drunk on beer

You're driving through disaster in your Cadillac

You're a fucking tourist

You've wanted to kill yourself because you were so sad

It was the best goddamned idea that you've ever had

You had seen a dead dog lying on the road

Four billion corpses, they're all stone cold

You're driving through disaster in your Cadillac

You're a fucking tourist