Sunday Night
de Nobody's Straight
The asshole in front of me is riding his brakes.
The speed limit's 35, he's going 28.
Looks like there's a wreck ahead.
I knew i shoulda stayed in bed.
Cause i hate to drive.
I hate to drive.
I hate to drive.
On the highway i'm a mess.
I'm pissed off and in distress.
It won't be long before i go insane and shout at people in the passing lane.
Cause i hate to drive.
I hate to drive.
I hate to drive.
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