The Sunday Driver Lyrics - Singles - Cable

Another accident 

Up on 95 

Motor oil blues 

Zero to sixty cruise 

You filthy loser, you Sunday driver 

Why don't you buy me a golden sewer? 

And paint the walls a pretty color 

And paint the walls a pretty color 

You just walk right in 

Like you still live here 

Take your shit home 

Because I don't want it anymore 

Laughin' at you like a sick joke 

You never amused me 

Why don't you pour me a cup of coffee? 

Put your head right through the windshield 

Somebody please call the wrecker 'cause i'm all broken down. 

Somebody please call the wrecker and have me towed away.