I've been driving
The woods ripping by
The faint screams of the arches
The mountain forks, all pointing at me

Red flashes. I'm hanging dry,
Liquor to my lips
Smoke-scarred lungs
The Devil's on the Speedometer
He's laughing at me

Crying over 90
Speed up around the bend
Go piling into the safety
Flip out into the night
Like a bat with wings, I'll soar
The bitterest taste;
My mother's eyes, reflected back at me
The scorn on her face. The disappointment

Let me die,
Let me die.