Driving With a Cyco

 

 

         

 

 

 

Driving with a Cyco

 

You don't know why, but the end is getting nearer

Maybe it's behind you, so you look in the mirror.

There's no one there so you look up in the front seat

The driver looks back at you, grins, and turns up the heat.


You lock the doors, you put on your seatbelt,

You feel more fear than you think you've ever felt.

You cower in the backseat as the driver starts the car

And you honestly pray to God that you're not going too far.

 

1987

 

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