Driving, I was thinking, you’re my flat tire;
Too late at night, in the pitch black, out of sight,
And too fast driving, and too fast driving.

Driving, I was thinking, you’re my flat tire.
Not a blow out, but a screeching halt,
Lots of ice, no salt,
And too fast driving, and too fast driving.

Don’t want to think about how much and what’s the limit.
Don’t want to think about the limit and am I in it.
Am I in it?
Am I in it?

Driving, I was thinking, you’re my flat tire.
You’re gonna crash, you’re stupid loud,
You’re reckless, you’re spinning out,
And too fast driving, and too fast driving, and too fast driving.

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