Driv-

ing

down

the

free-

way

As

if

I

was

on

dow-

ners

Fol-

lowed

off

the

e-

xit

ramp

By

a scene

from

close

en-

coun-

ters

Out

of

the

van

Walk

a straight

line

Lost

count

of

the beers

Some-

where

around

nine

Drunk

and

driv-

ing,

boy

You

real-

ly

fucked

up

Now

you're

in

the

squad

car

Hands

in

back,

cuffed

Sev-

en

hundr-

ed

dol-

lars

Or

eight

months,

son

Checked

my

po-

ckets,

but

I

knew

I

had

none

They took

a-

way

my

li-

cense

They

said

I

can't

drive

Said

that I

should

thank

them

I'm

"lu-

cky

to

be

a-

live"

Locked

in

a

cell

For

weeks

at

a time

My

friends

got

me

out

My

bail

was

my

fine

Now

I'm

on

the

out-

side

Me

and

all

my

friends

Drunk

and

driv-

ing

reck-

less

Just

wait-

ing

to

get

caught

a-

gain