Have To Drive

I have to drive

I have my reasons, dear

it's cold outside

I hate the seasons here

I suffer mornings most of all

I feel so powerless and small

by 10 o' clock

I'm back in bed

fighting the jury in my head

we learn to drive

it's only natural, dear

we drive all night

we haven't slept in years

we suffer mornings most of all

we saw you lying in the road

we try to dig a decent grave

but it's still a morning to behave

it is a delicate position

spin the bottle

pick the victim

posing upright

follow directions

blast the network

oh, an impossible decision

we'll have to drive

they're getting closer

just get inside

it's almost over

we will save your brothers

we will save your cousins

we will drive them far away

from streets and signs

from all trace of bad mankind

we suffer mornings most of all

wake up all bleary eyed and crawl

to find a telephone call

in each ear

meet me at the car