Road Trip Lyrics

Oh!

Go!

Tommy's in the front seat

Mommy's in the trunk

And I'm just sittin' here

Prayin' to God above

Where is he taking me?

Mommy, please stop crying

If I know his intentions, I think I might be dying

Put me on some morphine

Scrape my bloody scales

'Cause I think I'm gonna drown in this, now, oxygen-rich vessel

I can't breathe

It's feelin' a little fishy

Just 'Cause I have arms

Doesn't mean that I can swim

Well I'm gasping for air

In this four-wheeled, metal funeral

And it's lookin' grave for me and mommy

Lookin' to get out

Of this life

Is it even worth it?

I call for help, but I don't get an answer

I can't breathe

It's feelin' a little fishy

Just 'Cause I have arms

Doesn't mean that I can swim

I can't breathe

I can't breathe for just a little longer

Hold my hand

Through the blight

I can't

I can't

I can't

I can't breathe