RIDIN' SHOTGUN

Black night Catania

Bums with tongues inside of your ear

Screaming for vengeance as you roll through a city 

That's full of dirt & trash & garbage

Jägermeister oozing from every pore

Ciao um-buddies screaming for help

As their legs twist into a knot of death

Centuries of devils crashing into buildings

Of centuries of ages

(Italian-like gibberish)

Headed to the curb open the door 

With vomit flying from every pore

Your mind draws a blank

As a twilight zone of death squirts from your nostrils

Riding shotgun in the fried-mobile (repeat)

Nothing you would know is what you think it is

You see a light.  It's red NO it's green!
You go to  ...

Stop drop and roll

Faces of death scouring the city for more patrons of fortitude

Your worst nightmares have all come true

Put a quarter in the jukebox baby 'cause no music will play

The rats from the sewers infest your mind

Riding shotgun in the Fried-mobile

Screaming frogs from every direction 

Look into your dumbug face

Will somebody please get me out of this god-forsaken town....