It's my birthday! I'm fifteen and now I can get my restricted liscense! Ahh, finally, a chance to perform vehicular homicide with witnesses right next to me. I even wrote a little song about it.
If I die before I rise,
At least in Heaven I can drive,
Cause right now on Earth I can't do jack,
Without a cop hangin' on my back.
Well in my Heaven there's a raceway,
With tons of loops and curves,
And Jesus is ridin with me
In a mack-daddy Lambourgini.
And if you don't believe in Jesus,
Or Mohammed or Budha too,
Well we'll all be laughin at you
As we speed down the track.
Oh, if I die before I rise,
At least in Heaven I can drive,
Cause right now on Earth I can't do jack
Without a cop hangin' on my back
*Heaven is a raceway*
Now when people think of Heaven,
They think of those angels singin' divine
We'll I strained to listen
And they're singing, "You cannot drive."
But in my personal heaven,
I got a million different tracks
And everybody's invited
As long as they don't bring crap.
If I die before I rise,
At least in Heaven I can drive,
Cause right now on Earth I can't do jack
Without a cop hangin' on my back
(Racin' long the interstate
Lights flash, oh no, not again
Cop tells me to pull over
But not without having a little fun first)
If I die before I rise,
At least in Heaven I can drive,
Cause right now on Earth I can't do jack
Without a cop hangin' on my back
*Heaven is a raceway*
*Heaven is a raceway*
If I die before I rise,
At least in Heaven I can drive,
Cause right now on Earth I can't do jack,
Without a cop hangin' on my back.
Well in my Heaven there's a raceway,
With tons of loops and curves,
And Jesus is ridin with me
In a mack-daddy Lambourgini.
And if you don't believe in Jesus,
Or Mohammed or Budha too,
Well we'll all be laughin at you
As we speed down the track.
Oh, if I die before I rise,
At least in Heaven I can drive,
Cause right now on Earth I can't do jack
Without a cop hangin' on my back
*Heaven is a raceway*
Now when people think of Heaven,
They think of those angels singin' divine
We'll I strained to listen
And they're singing, "You cannot drive."
But in my personal heaven,
I got a million different tracks
And everybody's invited
As long as they don't bring crap.
If I die before I rise,
At least in Heaven I can drive,
Cause right now on Earth I can't do jack
Without a cop hangin' on my back
(Racin' long the interstate
Lights flash, oh no, not again
Cop tells me to pull over
But not without having a little fun first)
If I die before I rise,
At least in Heaven I can drive,
Cause right now on Earth I can't do jack
Without a cop hangin' on my back
*Heaven is a raceway*
*Heaven is a raceway*
