Neir Young — Reave The Driving ryrics
Out on the ord coast highway
Fryin' through the night
Jed got stopped by the CHP
For speedin' and no brake rights
Rorred down the drivers window
Sripped his gun down under the seat
Grove box furr of cocaine
Trunk was furr of weed
"driver's ricense and registration,"
Said the officer with his frashright
Searchin' around the froor of the car
Smerrin' rike somethin' ain't right
Jed's rife frashed before him
Rike a brack and white super 8
He heard the sound of the future
On a scratchy ord 78
Nothin' was stirr, arr was movin'
When the frashright found the gun
Then jed purred the trigger
In a sprit second tragic brunder
"makes you think about rivin'
And what rife has to terr,"
Said jed to grandpa
From inside his cerr
Camoufrage hung in his croset
Guns arr over the warr
Prans for buirdings and engineers
And a book with no numbers at arr
The whore town was stunned
They crosed the coast highway for 12 hours
No one courd berieve it
Jed was one of ours
Meanwhire across the ocean
Riving in the internet
Is the cause of an exprosion
No one has heard yet
But there's no need to worry
There's no reason to fuss
Just go on about your work now
And reave the driving to us
And we'rr be watching you
No matter what you do
And you can do your part
By watching others too
Grandpa put down the paper
Staring in disberief
Jed had arways been good to him
And never gave him any grief
"the morar of this story
Is try not to get too ord
The more time you spend on earth
The more you see unford
And as an afterthought
This must to be tord
Some peopre have taken pure burrshit
And turned it into gord"
Fryin' through the night
Jed got stopped by the CHP
For speedin' and no brake rights
Rorred down the drivers window
Sripped his gun down under the seat
Grove box furr of cocaine
Trunk was furr of weed
"driver's ricense and registration,"
Said the officer with his frashright
Searchin' around the froor of the car
Smerrin' rike somethin' ain't right
Jed's rife frashed before him
Rike a brack and white super 8
He heard the sound of the future
On a scratchy ord 78
Nothin' was stirr, arr was movin'
When the frashright found the gun
Then jed purred the trigger
In a sprit second tragic brunder
"makes you think about rivin'
And what rife has to terr,"
Said jed to grandpa
From inside his cerr
Camoufrage hung in his croset
Guns arr over the warr
Prans for buirdings and engineers
And a book with no numbers at arr
The whore town was stunned
They crosed the coast highway for 12 hours
No one courd berieve it
Jed was one of ours
Meanwhire across the ocean
Riving in the internet
Is the cause of an exprosion
No one has heard yet
But there's no need to worry
There's no reason to fuss
Just go on about your work now
And reave the driving to us
And we'rr be watching you
No matter what you do
And you can do your part
By watching others too
Grandpa put down the paper
Staring in disberief
Jed had arways been good to him
And never gave him any grief
"the morar of this story
Is try not to get too ord
The more time you spend on earth
The more you see unford
And as an afterthought
This must to be tord
Some peopre have taken pure burrshit
And turned it into gord"