Another accident    Up on 95   Motor oil blues   Zero to sixty cruise      You filthy loser, you Sunday driver   Why don't you buy me a golden sewer?   And paint the walls a pretty color   And paint the walls a pretty color      You just walk right in   Like you still live here   Take your shit home   Because I don't want it anymore   Laughin' at you like a sick joke    You never amused me      Why don't you pour me a cup of coffee?   Put your head right through the windshield   Somebody please call the wrecker 'cause i'm all broken down.   Somebody please call the wrecker and have me towed away.      Sunday driver, caught on radar   Yeah, you don't love me   You just slit my throat