I have to drive
I have my reasons, dear
it's cold outside
I hate the seasons here

I suffer mornings most of all
I feel so powerless and small
by 10 o' clock
I'm back in bed
fighting the jury in my head

we learn to drive
it's only natural, dear
we drive all night
we haven't slept in years

we suffer mornings most of all
we saw you lying in the road
we try to dig a decent grave
but it's still a morning to behave

it is a delicate position
spin the bottle
pick the victim
posing upright
follow directions
blast the network
oh, an impossible decision

we'll have to drive
they're getting closer
just get inside
it's almost over

we will save your brothers
we will save your cousins
we will drive them far away
from streets and signs
from all trace of bad mankind

we suffer mornings most of all
wake up all bleary eyed and crawl
to find a telephone call
in each ear
meet me at the car