Sludge

The thought of that just makes me wanna cry
So send a plume of smoke into the night sky
We get up on the freeway, wild in our ways
Said "It's all right with me, have a nice time today"
In the 7-Eleven parking lot
Until we roll over to the next spot
We get up on the freeway, a queen and her king
Said "It's all right with me" and then my heart starts to sing

We get up on the freeway and our breath stinks of alcohol
You said "It matters nothing of what God thinks, she kills us all"

We get up on the freeway and our breath reeks of alcohol
I said "It matters nothing 'cause when God speaks, she kills us all"

We get up on the freeway, free as a bird
Said it matters nothing of the lies that you heard
End up back at your place at the dawning
Holding you so tight that I can feel you breathe
I would never leave
I would never leave

At 5 AM the plane is crashing down