why the hell are we waitin' in line?
a billion cars in front and behind
we're going the way of the dinosaur
they'll make petrol out of us next time
but everything would be alright
if this coffin i'm in was a kite
i'm heading on home to my tv set
i'm glad sopranos are on sunday night
hey you in the car in front of me
the guy sitting in the car in front of you
ask him to pass it along too
we'll get to heaven on time
all waiting to get over the hump
then we realize what's on the other side
it's no wonder why we come undone
but i won't let it get me down
my windshield is a movie screen
and everybody's acting like a clown
and in the endzone we see a couch
and if you see my window rolling down
i've got a chainsaw for a mouth to cut you down to size