Driving through the wreckage of a maze of bones   You're talking to your mommy on the telephone   You say "Mother dear, can we please have some steaks tonight?"   While death is circling you just like a satellite   You're driving through disaster in your Cadillac   You're a fucking tourist   You've got your mind all twisted up just like a rope   Don't worry lf you buy on time you still have hope   You blast that rock-n-roll music into your ears   You're a rebel, you're a rocker--you're drunk on beer   You're driving through disaster in your Cadillac   You're a fucking tourist   You've wanted to kill yourself because you were so sad   It was the best goddamned idea that you've ever had   You had seen a dead dog lying on the road   Four billion corpses, they're all stone cold   You're driving through disaster in your Cadillac   You're a fucking tourist