As I look through my windshield,
I beat my fists on the wheel and slam down
On the pedal and drive right off the edge I'm driven
I pray for my invention
Commision awaiting my attention redemption
Blood loss in your eyes
Last night I bowled 193 but you weren't there to see me
My clothesline is not for your dirty laundry forgiven
Put the mask back on to hide the truth