A flock of old crow
Flew in my window
I think you know what that means
It was a Monday night with enough obligation
To justify some time for wasting
And from the passenger seat
The snowbanks looked soft
And the ice on the road looks hard and smooth
It was a trunk the size of a small sedan
Can you drive? Oh, I know you can!
It was a test of luck not long enough
Just up the hill and back down for a laugh
And he said get in the cab and I could
And I would if it didn't feel so good in the bed
Snow feels fine and in my head there's a lapse of time
And I'm not dead, I'm just not alive
I'm whiskey drunk and we're going
Someplace new
It was Axel Rose and his appetite for destruction
Through the worst speakers I've ever heard
The sound of winter clothes and a stuffed-up nose
And a suspicion of a game warden
And these things don't get any safer over time
We just begin to forget the danger in these drives
It was a truck the size of a small sedan
Can you drive? Oh, I know you can!
It was a test of luck not long enough
Just up the hill and back down for a laugh
And he said throw it into third and he did
And he had speed to make it up the hill
And from the bed the world flies by
In reverse the straight ahead I wave goodbye
To my fuck-ups, but for now just do your best
Avoid the ditch and let the tire chains do the rest