The Backseat Drivers Songtext
von The Plastic Constellations

Fuck the backseat drivers
you stuck the statewide buyers it′s always wall to wall fliers
you got get up from those sweet sheet driers
from the backseat drivers to the statewide buyers
we rock the tracks never tired
you got to get up from those sweet sheet dries
you're running on the cruise control
you′re paying for the things that you already sold
so fuck you
and we're hoping that you're already home
the rumors have been flying some stones
you′re digging up the things that were best left alone so fuck you
crash dive jack knifed busting out the nightlife,
back up to the bullets flying landmine,
halftime coming to a standby,
if it′s a trooper talking hate crime,
Stateline the back nine,
we're backing in it street fight, stage fright
plowing through the madness,
broken on the front line fuck them it′s fortified and out
the backseat we're down and out just like the backseat drivers
stampede knocking down your front door now let′s get some anthems ripped.